Silmaril

Secrets in the permafrost Trouble in the barrens A brilliant glass An eye of treasure Thee old wisdom Unloving The truth, a piston through your skull A steel bolt through your frontal lobe Like a rope is reaching down A dawn sapling is reaching up What was wrought is unwrought What was made now unmade The truth, a piston through your skull A steel bolt through your frontal lobe Humanity’s step unbidden In god’s iron clutch An eraser to your soul A smudge across aeons “All goes onward and outward. All collapses.” Wondrous upheaval