The voiceless lake lay in close calm frozen in borrowed time ambrosian moments as the new dawn peers over the far distant pantheon. Creatures of rest awaken from nocturnal nest yawn and stretch and amble to the glasslike lake through bramble to refresh old bodies reborn into an unfamiliar bright morn. Old owl and coyote like a Don Quixote still sleep soundly after midnight hunts profoundly. A sinless swan swims slow and wan slicing a gaping wound through still glass like a sharp harpoon. Glass now shatters, Raven alone chatters sitting high on a tree observing all wanting to flee. Past wordless poems now slowly all life moves sadly unholy.