Mine eyes have seen, and shall not see again.
Out of the deep shall call no voice of mine.
"Yet I, whose happiness is hidden from view,
Have climbed the hill and touched eternity,
And Pisgah is a memory—of you,
A white sail sinking in the summer sea."
The ship drove spaceward to the skyline's crater,
The last of day flared vibrant as a cry,
And in the Dreamer Emptiness loomed greater
Than the unrifted pumice of the sky.