Marvellous flexing aura,
In constant change,
Bring us closer to truth.

In truth, in wild yonder,
We wonder under
The illuminating blanket

Warming the winter sky,
Hopefully to thaw
Any unnatural selections,

Any unbalanced equations
That twist like those visual strands
Across the arctic horizon.

Let it lead us
And bring us into equilibrium,
Holding hands

Across a snowbound plain
In heavenly awe
At the sketchbook of God.