Inside this nonexistence   I know very clearly   The directions, all the points   Of every potential quarter      I forge my wisdom   Into an arc surrounding all   I forge my heartbeat   To a dome all heavens wide      I know the sun and the moon   The names of stars   Their movement and purpose   I mark the place of Polaris on these impossible heights      I forge the horizons   I craft them for flowing blood   I forge the places   Precise for silver, precise for gold      In solitude I measure out   The range of barren lands   I draw into the nothingness   The intersecting curves      I look at all directions   I look at one clear point   I see them all come togeher   I see into the heart      This here is my place, it is my work   I was made the maker of the sky      I am the maker of the sky   I am the forger of the arc