Vikings rising with desert winds fair:
cross over the crown of creation passed by
lights from nothingness in phenomenal majesty:
beyond the world to Tao Seti wear
forms of being, muscled, bare,
brains given orders of idea doth lie
nervelessly retaking the distant sky;
a fight against reason and mirages of air.
Warring ‘gainst bloody nightmares steep
scriven on stones rising along the hill;
where ever bodies of recurrence piled deep!
found Valhalla the wrong destiny’s will:
the very dead forever asleep;
decorate destruction still!
*I have used the last word from each line of a poem of Wordsworth in this poem (Composed Upon Westminster Bridge, Sept 3rd, 1802
*I have used the last word from each line of a poem of Wordsworth in this poem (Composed Upon Westminster Bridge, Sept 3rd, 1802
