Lunikkh t'Kraith

Quiet here in the reckoning place

the sentient noise and the endless sleeping sea

my mind screaming with fear of what waits me

and make it thoughts and sensory emotion

to be here aware passes actions to the past

and am here in now and then wandering not

not wandering then and now in here 

but where i am the microbes blunder microcosm

outside of this planet's atmosphere four moons

four moons to wax and wane in frozen time

beginning eclipse, and ending eclipse

the setting and the rising of the twilight horizon

in immortal, this way, un unbearing, this way

outside the sphere of influence and dismay

that mortals weep and children play

and the atmosphere is just an end of life

as we know the nothingness nihilistic stares at stars

as if the sky looked up to the earth

and the earth looked ever down again

and from the night sky a night moon watches me

after the night carrying only starlight

any darkness echoing against the body

at the starts against the world

all the many moons of darkness

with the daylight skies are echoes of fires and life

why the plasma of two great eclipses battle the atmosphere

where ever day makes dawn and dusk

whose light bounces within the world and sky

winning prize of fire's rest and mountain's eye

wander to the center of the sea and seek land

winds of change move over nations

winter pushes against brilliant sand

whereof another star watches like the pendulum

between the day and night in the lavish

where the summer and winter will not ravish

is the worst for place to sleep among them

the histories of towers and shadows demanding

with the memories of pages demanding

make this place for every wandering moon and star

to live in the place between day and night

the night sees the sunrise

the day sees the sunset

sharing discord sowing state of dishonest seed

in the request of remission of time's paucity

or is it pausitude, or passingness, 

and the sound of flowers blooming like thunder

in the rumbling caves of time

that the only war is wasted to find three moons

three moons watch while I sleep

three moons watch while I eat

three moons watch while eternity cannot wait

they are the best three to be

to survive the beneath the sky without so much as why

always watching two of four and never watching one

with time to see beyond the air

as winds winds engrave a mountain stare

and in the time forgotten in the particles we share

wondering what sleeps deep within them

and what moons think is down there
and would time have found a cure.

Lunikkh t'Kraith

(The Kraith's Poison)