The planet of a different shape

A Master had come from
a machine, then broke it
into tiny splinters and chips.
Then he formed
the space in the woods, still
unnamed in the call.

...I saw lights leave the house
but couldn't stop their movement.
My eyes ran away like mice,
the tongue lost its clue, then

waves grew up to biting frost,
sparkling in voicelessness.
This is the end of the world,
which I knew and
I must confess.
Now it's different.

A thick layer of snow
alters the spherical shape,
it's the cause of the gall
to ask the planet, "Change now".
Just when
Vitharr is being born.

What's the guard at the door
among views of divine
in one's mind? Just hold on,
if the reality's just a lie.

Vitharr comes to avenge,
a wolf dog on a leash.
The world tree is a gel and
Vitharr's forming new beasts with
deaths which
do not differ much.

A dog's barking near a house,
Someone's telling him to seek.
I can hear them turn off the lights —
real or mythical grasp
of me, the blind one
on the leash.