The sleepy tide rides cold flows
Of truth and lies and terror toes
And polished fingers with ring on ring
Groping for the song of spring.

That fire that tears the earth in two
That fire that leaps and licks the truth;
Reality and moth-eaten robes
That look for someone else to clothe.

The classic fire that’s called desire;
The ice that melts into muddy mires;
The thrashing ocean that splits with tears;
The glorious sun bringing up the rear.
I like it. Nice concept, good flow. My favorite part are the last two stanzas, not that I didn't like the first, I just loved the last two the most. I have nothing really constructive to say about this it's really strong already.
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i want him to ride his magical roll of USPS stickers to Valhalla