Bruno ventures forth
but Gem's already
taken fish-form,
has encoded her
humanity,
he cracks
apart the water
with his famous
five daggers
but she's not waiting
She's got cascades
to climb, past colossal
brown legends--
our hero's forebears--
in a damp fog-forest.
Scatter of scales,
on sleeping granite,
Gem traces
a liquid glyph,
glittering gold dust.
All the trees
wait in their half-light.
All the stars swoon
to feel Bruno's bulk
wheel
just when
the spells all break,
The two, now one,
regressing, back
under the glacier.
