When they touch, is it the water which hisses and roars, or is it the fire?
And one sees the reigning calm of a radiant plain, a plain of incalculable greatness.

The round meteor congeals into shapes, and continental islands are sculptured by the water's boundless hand.
I am no longer alone and abandoned on the former battlefield of the elements.

Near this rock, something like another is taking shape; it stands straight as a flame, and moves.

This sketch-model thinks.

It reflects the wide expanse, the past and the future; and at night, on its hill, it is the pedestal of the stars.