in this kingdom
the sun never s
e
t
s
;
under the pale
v
o a
l
of the s k y
there seems no way i i i in
or out t t t,
and though there is a s e a here
there is no t i d e .
for the egg itself
is a
o
m o
n
glowing faintly
in the galaxy of the barn,
safe but for the spoon's
ominous thunder,
the first delicate c
r
a
c
k
of lightning.