Meridies Primus (Longus Linus)

I begin
From this point, my path disjoint

Lifeless longitudes at my lonely sides

Ice Capades and frozen tides

Block my sight

The endless night gives way

To the endless day

The hammer of the Gods will drive

My ship, till I arrive

Through the epeiric locker of Davey Jones
To the Kingdom of scones

Where they hoist the colours high

But I must move on, the time is nigh

Onward, to where there's no respect

For a quondam relic, but I suspect

It's their own ghosts they fight

Still bask in the corporal's incorporeal light

Tally-ho, towards tortillas then

Spilling some salsa on Sierra Nevada

Aboard an avid hitch-hiker's armada
A hop over the waters of middle earth

A multitude of mores marking its girth

I reach the land of a thousand suns

Where the universe is rolled into that eternal question

"What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow,

out of this stony rubbish?"

I don't see fear in a handful of dust

But if I must

This land is the nerve centre of misgivings

So I move on to greener pastures
And the battlegrounds of fallen masters
Amid ashes of an ancient Armageddon

Ashanti still rules in abandon

I jump headlong in the briniest blue

That parts the turquoise globe in two

It's parted too

By a crack, where I slip through

When I emerge in blinding white

My friends long gone appear in sight
From endless days to endless nights

And the dance of the southern sprites

I've been here before