One Who Wills the Oceans to Obey


Her every word imperious,
Her every gesture regal,
She does not deign to recognize
Her own mortality.

Her soul, upon inspection,
Reveals a form of pure geometry—
Beautiful and cold, calculating
And devoid of any spontaneity.

Unmoved and self-contained,
Susceptible to no other voice
Than that of her internal dæmon,
She lives in utter isolation.

I see her as a stone, perhaps
A diamond, shining bleakly white
And for her pleasure only
On an icy mountain height.


©2016 Michael Fraley




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