What be the heading, friend, that by
no leave you lead afoul of all
the faith-made kin you did belie
so mutiny would be your fall.
Why take the fallen star back to
the sky that split his heart in two?
What constellations do you show
to illustrate that we may know?
Are these derived from distant cries
of worlds the law makes loathe to seek?
How can these phantoms from the peak
Restore your praise in tear-filled eyes?
Peace, though you speak, you answer not
to offer sights most eyes forgot.