here i stand, naked, at the crossroads of darkness, daubed with oil and glistening in the light of the moon my arms straining against the earth, my fingers spread deep in the neck of the air

 

 see how the ancient white sail is still, how the stars are held in abeyance like soldiers waiting my raised hand.

 

i have held heaven

and earth still and not even god would set himself against me, for that old man is trapped in his own bath where it has froze

 

death is suffocated by our blood which i have turned to ice and will trouble us no more, blue and cold, beaten like a horse till he has struck out across the void like the pale streak of light of a shooting star