Designs In Rhythm - Ice Choir

To whom this finds

Auditors of time

I wrought from the ice of twin spires

This caustic ring;

Valleys of the king

Thoughts mired in filth

Resounding in finest silk

Designs in rhythm

Can they disclaim

Locomotive aims

Outlasting of them and of fate?

The hours forgive

Destined now to live

As blueprints burn

In the fade of the spiral urn

Designs in rhythm

(Refined procedures of the mind)

Mere mortal heart

Commands but one

Still beating when I am done

Is a rhythm and a scion

Designs in rhythm