A roof of ice, crystal constructed, formed with arbitrary beauty for arbitrary beings,

from arbitrary sources over a cold deep canyon.

The light from stars, also imagined, spoken in creation’s voice for creation’s sake,

from creation’s seat over the blank white page.

The strangeness of words, desperately used, thrown in empty spaces for creations sake, from arbitrary sources, over and over again.

From arbitrary sources, over and over again,

the strangeness of words desperately used, thrown in empty spaces for creation’s sake.

Creation’s seat over the blank white page,

the light from stars, also imagined, spoken in creation’s voice for creations sake, from

arbitrary sources. 

                             Over a cold deep canyon,

a roof of ice, crystal constructed, formed with arbitrary beauty for arbitrary beings.