Classic Poem

Nine dragons — how fluent their undulations! —
Bear me aloft by nebulous sky-stays.
I look down with slanted glance, missing my old country,
But wind and dust blend it in featureless verdure.
Gently, easily, I separate from the human domain;
Away, away, drawing near to the town of God.
Surmounting the strands of starry chronograms above,
Observing the lights of sun and moon below.
Swiftly now, past the Grand Tenuity:
The blaze of a sky dwelling — gleaming, glittering.