Refraction of the high bright noontime light
Of origin, white heat of every love
Yet known to man, dissolve my unity:
Grant visions of the treasure resting just
Beneath the surface of the visible:
Imprism me in crystal chains until
Veracity’s true color sets me free
Mr. Jackson knew that
anticipation is
everything. Nerds will
wait hours to learn again
what they already know
and can never forget:
in our case the fate of
a ring and the ragtag
crew assigned to see it
through what evil weather
green pastoral hills could
be made to reflect through
what tricks of perspective
trivia and riddle
lay to narrative’s hand
through darkness by torchlight
disconsolation by
song fear by truth of heart
to the mountain of its
destruction: and whether
it or this fellowship
of fellow travellers
made friends along the way
will be the first to break
Risen by your hand and
fired in the kiln of
ingenuity and
happy circumstance it
rests its heft upon the
table with your other
wares, none else of which have
quite this purple shade of
glazing as an ocean
wave in morning starlight,
accidental, perfect
in its imperfection