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the supple and skeletal wood:

The sails bellied forth
in carnivorous winds,
and in dark, in surrender,
the ship moved rudderless,
launched on insensible currents,
borne to the South
where the Courrain covers
the edge of the world.
And borne to the South
I lay on the deck,
and the boat was a cradle, a bride's bed,
a gray catafalque carried into the night,
it was strong wine and medicine,
sleep past remembrance
and past restoration,
and as I lay down
in the veinwork of halyards
I decided to rise up no longer.

And the date of my death
was my embarkation.

III

Something there is
in the rudderless sailing,
abandoning hope
as the husk of desire,
architectures of boat and body
coalesce with the water
and the disburdening wind.
In the south, the sails filled with words
and the boat took wing
above the denial of waters.
Softly the wind spoke
under the pulse of the sails:

COME, ASTRALAS, RIDE INTO PROPHECY:
I AM THE BREATH OF A GOD,
the wind was saying,
THE SOURCE OF DREAMS
AND THE WEBWORK OF REASON.
ASTRALAS, OPEN YOUR ARMS:
I SHALL PASS THROUGH YOUR FINGERS
AS BRINDLED LIGHT,
AS A VISION FROM THE BROWS OF A WEARY KING.
HASTEN TO ISTAR, DOMED AND TEMPLED,
WHERE SUNLIGHT REFRACTS