As tides night expands til day islands dark and utterly spent, the sun sinks d r o w n . No decrease in his solemn gait, or imperfection in his joy, as he falls deep solar-seed upon uncharted tomb and the tower falls on drowsy weeds and river thick marshes and rain rains over mud and freezes still until the sun hid in night's charnel houses, stirs birth and rises.
Incredible rhythm and musicality to this one. Flows in such a blissful way, like you know the the words that follow each line, without needing to read any further!
Goodness, you must have been possessed by an the ancestral spirit of Gaia or something. This was so beautiful. I love it all!