Untitled, found in a loose-leaf collection of works by Corwin...

	Patterns of silver, Patterns of gold
	No further mentioned, never foretold
	Patterns are broken, Patterns are made
	The Pattern continues tho' the memories fade

	Spiral array
	Spin and sparks and light
	Spinning and curving
	Touch and taste and sight

	Blood of my sons
	Bleed from the hand
 	Bleed from the Jewel
	Remake the band

	Patterns remember
	Patterns recall
	Patterns recover
	When the body will fall

	Patterns of spirals, Patterns of turns
	Patterns envision tho' the body will burn
	One circuit through and you give her your life
	May the Pattern return you when you fall to the strife