Composition B Fortiori (poem)

author note- I have used the last word from each line of a Wordsworth poem in this poem.

Vikings rising with desert winds fair:

cross over the crown of creation passed by

lights from nothingness in phenomenal majesty:

beyond the world to Tao Seti wear

forms of being, muscled, bare,

brains given orders of idea doth lie

nervelessly retaking the distant sky;

a fight against reason and mirages of air.

Warring ‘gainst bloody nightmares steep

scriven on stones rising along the hill;

where ever bodies of recurrence piled deep!

found Valhalla the wrong destiny’s will:

the very dead forever asleep;

decorate destruction still!

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