Jettegryta

The quiet forest Before man came A secret time (before time) Giants’ steps thunder Upon the mossy ground Carving a hole In ageless stone The Fallen Barren walls No escaping this I’ve come to see I will not return Found no solace within My darkened shrine A quiet pulse Impossibly far below The wavelength of gateways Markings felt deep Instinctively alert For the work to be done Maps to the abyss Words dissolved Voices of eternity No longer divided Everything burns Out of the dark Reshaped existence In the shadow-fields