Solemnity

Where the break force winds
Return to the womb
Cradled in essence to the blankness,
The versioned delight of human heaven
Colliding in lesser light than soon;
Where all the rocks speaking to dreams
Are condensed in memory –
The land where speaking is nothing
And the fall is less than long
And the north aligns with the mind;
Where to return would be a sin
But the sin would be God;
Where seasons collapse in fragility
And dark salvation greets the worn
That is where our sails take us
In the urge to be reborn.