xxvii.

The ideas

return

In a rush

and flurry

 

No longer

do they

muddy the

waters

 

In clarity,

they arise

Arise and

rise up

 

Raise them

Others sunk

after they

are thought

through

xxvi.

Shall the

beast learn

to soothe itself

As it yearns

for the muses’

songs

 

For the first

Her fingers

meet the

harp

 

As all

these strung

across an

open heart

 

Feeling loneliness

no longer

awakened to

her sleep

and all the

more dream’

to monger

All the more

to dream

01

Atop the

sedate sediment

This theory

toppling down

these steps

 

Shade of

shifting shapes

Shakes down

and pick the crumbs

from Gaia’s chest.

08

With all their

disjointed

moments

 

Picked by each of

its pieces

And caste

like dice

and hands at

play as a gambit

A house of games

05

Vices of

a virtuous jest

Vocals of

the laying

down dusk

 

In damask

resonance

of rock

encrusted

walls

 

caste and

iron clad

Bathed in

laurels of

radiant suns