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Denis Bezmelnitsin

Ontario. Head Lake
Drooped the moon, declined o'er lake,
Incantation mouth says, "Glaze
Of burnish'd porcelain tipped with glimmer calm
Be henceforth thy waters mild. Among
The mirrors of the night my visage be
With ye, imprínt of secrecy..."
Northern wind admixed to eastern one,
Wondrous melody begun; run
The brooks and quench the night athirst,
Arrow stired and showed the hour first
Of midnight, rite in this demesne commenced;
"Waters of Sole Master, quaint,
Fresh" - The name of field of hour this,
Bliss and water crystalline shall be
Given to the seeker of the strandless Ocean
At this midnight hour. Potion
Of the winds - a gift to thee, if ye
Know the names of keepers of this field,
"Who are they?" You say...
They are those who call by Gate.
Traced the way of shimmer 'cross the pool, -
Way of mysteries of moon...
Looms a hand with pen, like ghost,
On the water token draws;
Be this lake arcane the seal
Of the lunar quavery rays and the agate melody.

November 2017