Appendix

“in proportion as ideas and feelings are valuable, whether the composition be in prose or in verse, they require and exact one and the same language.” – William Wordsworth (1770-1850).
 
Braced to the ice wind 
Clasp ‘gainst the Brine 

Gold set obsidian 
Night’s yellowed eye 

Plowing 
On we 
Keep 
Only to  
Wake the deep 

Earth crack like egg shell 
Black yolk will rise 

Poached in the dark sea 
Exhuming time 

That we may 
always reap 
Long may we 
Wake the deep