The Dawn Of Man

This is the gloaming and fusion of

Dawn– at the last point of blooming

Into the lotus of night.

The lodestone is of Jade

And so sitting by the fire at night

All eyes must take the green fire,

The Jade fire, of the driftwood burning

Of the salt coating the driftwood

Coaxing green from the fire—

As a sign that even the driftwood is

Returning to its home–

The cinders of the wood fallen into

rThe earth 's resonant and ashy loam

The pathways of compacted night

A million converging lines of flight

The mystery of the constellations

Their Lunar Mansions- their

Secret alignments and pulling

All these are irrelevant– for

Tonight humanity walks-

Their own master, without

Any cosmic destiny.