sleep sirene

           four lakes basin gray skies brought strange new eyes

           ten thousand full and filling the blue reflection

           grayling fins would dash the chosen pools

           flayling around the dice damper coals of rule

           running sections of crags along granite outcrops

           echos in the still shocked distant deer resolution

           brooms that could steer wheels of fire union rest

           the amazing depth of wilderness still remains clean

           most of our footsteps were like ghost moss dreams

           time stands in wait for our returning list of sleep sirene 

           deep resounding steep I fled a crumbling word that dies

           four lakes basin gray skies brought strange new eyes