inside this nonexistence i know very clearly the directions of the points of every potential quarter i forge my wisdom into an arc surrounding all i forge my heartbeat to a dome all heavens wide i know the sun and the moon the names of stars their movement and purpose i mark the place of polaris on these impossible heights i forge my wisdom into an arc surrounding all i forge my heartbeat to a dome all heavens wide i forge the horizons i craft them for flowing blood i forge the places precise for silver precise for gold in solitude i measure out the range of barren lands i drain unto the nothingness the intersecting curves i look at all directions i look at one clear point i see them all come together i see into the heart i see into the heart  this here is my place it is my work i was made the maker of the sky i forge the horizons i craft them for flowing blood i forge the places precise for silver precise for gold the maker of the sky the forger of the arc the maker of the sky the forger of the arc the maker of the sky the forger of the arc