Threading

In the stretches of days will I find
any shadow unmoved
by the arch of the glory
of the mighty and holy?

I will return to the center,
from shadow of soul
to soul of that shadow,
by knowing my all

from planet to planet
a spiral has webbed
all moons of all nights
of bedding same bed

my eye has been spawning
a thread for the pathing
from ray to the fire,
from drum to that thunder

holding the pulling thread anchored
to that heart now broken
by harboring ships now foreign
and all words unspoken..