Cats cradle harp wind harp lock
As silk of speech and moire between the lines
Tuning the harp up to pitch
String broke if I told a lie
Call of the sun rose Chords of the king
Retaining the lyrics of memory
A sound heard from the stone like a harp string breaking
Dangling lock. Did I forget here
Love woke
Early as the knot in the grain
- Erik Kiviat