Now Helios is come to our mountain.

Noon is eternal.

It scorches the garden
Belted
By aster

Clouds over Pisa
Thule
Eden

The steppe
Strewn
With fawn
And asphodel.

A glaive
Rising against heaven

Helios smiling
Radiant and cruel.

Our oubliette
Or farce
Sputtering along

As nebulae
Unfurl.

Noon is eternal.

Golden face
Prism wing
Lashed by fires
Wail
δακρύων.

γέα
Mother
Are there sparrows in the forest?
Will it burst into flower
Or flame?

Frost scars the cattails
Black wing
Red areolae
Sing

δακρύων (teardrop)

A golden eye
Parting the clouds

Ten thousand
Iridescent
Tumbling in helix

Steps descending
To a bed of coals.

Helios,
Your million fingers,
They are like fire,
Like daggers
In viscera

None can hide
Neither vore
Nor mollusk
Black wing
Or red

Not the meridians, crumbling

Nor the rivers, reeling

When all shall sing

This land was of Dione
And under her planet
The mountain and shut garden
Here rested

δακρύων (teardrop)

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