Foreday morning by Gryphen Lyrics

i watched slave lake
from my solarium window

now old nick stands akimbo
on its bloodied slate

staring his omega
into bound brains:

a reverie like
‘once-lost, now-found.’

moonshine stirs
his arctic drown.

becoming is
that vision’s frame.

vivid in faith
and purpose
we are imprints dotting
the lunatic wave

to steal
starlight below
surface.