Calamitous Crown Of Infinite Sky

Slip the gates—the ragged swell

Leapt winged proud beyond the spell

Oft muttered in dark ages past

Cloying rope to curb mind’s grasp

To hold the antler from the ground

Lest it pin the bearer down

Cloudy tumult—star’s expanse

No grounding unto which to lance

Bearing up—the diadem high

A calamitous crown of infinite sky.

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