Stone-slicked, without apparent sungrain, soft
hazy violet horizons bid trespass
dreams of eyes that trace, unwavering, aloft,
to fresh sawed pine as to bolts by Hephaestus
igneous-edged grey, wrenched skyward by
shadowy heights, sight to home of cyclopean
Companions outlined, no, god-traced, vast, alight:
no stopping no shoulder no guides no more night