33. Dùn - Retreat
The mountain rises against the dark sky,
a mass blockading half the winter stars.
We stamp hard feet, rub numb hands, as we try
to glimpse a streak of light, a stone's bright death
in shock attack against this air of ours --
which in our faces clouds as frozen breath.
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Against the night's assault, we're weak -- the cold,
the time, the size of it all. It's time to fold:
pack up the scopes and charts of our desire
that map our quest for the universal numen --
with one last glance, retreat inside to human
companionship, small scales, and sleep, and fire.
---L.
The mountain rises against the dark sky,
a mass blockading half the winter stars.
We stamp hard feet, rub numb hands, as we try
to glimpse a streak of light, a stone's bright death
in shock attack against this air of ours --
which in our faces clouds as frozen breath.
Against the night's assault, we're weak -- the cold,
the time, the size of it all. It's time to fold:
pack up the scopes and charts of our desire
that map our quest for the universal numen --
with one last glance, retreat inside to human
companionship, small scales, and sleep, and fire.
---L.
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