Fenrir and the Star

I dreamt that you swallowed the sky; snapped those cold chains a second time and ruminated a fragile freedom. I dropped from the empty black like a loosed diamond-- tumbled into strange country, into your untame hands. Who can alter fate's design? You, there with a sword in your throat, and I, lost among equivalent millions. Or will we trust that windblown we too may take root and flourish? The scale will tip, Lone Grey: For who would destroy the world when there is so much love to make? 1-8-10