Ἄποφις II

The wreckage of the god-ship lies On Bakhu's shores for clever eyes With reforged fragments of the arc The architects, athwart the dark The Great Cat dead—Set is slain The Serpent twines about The Skein Holo crumbles—the pillars crack Warship moves—His demense to sack The Eater of Souls can never die But shackled shall eternal… Continue reading Ἄποφις II

To Sculpt The Stars

The barren plane, hushed and vast The arrow flies and must be passed The stage of contest, endless night The dark undone in curtains flight Threads of thought, like gold out-spun Threads of thought, to braid the sun To sculpt the stars, like wetted clay To hold the seasons, one must pay Coinage flowing—slick and red… Continue reading To Sculpt The Stars

Ysatters-Kasja

I Where sags the sun in its refrain To pour its gleam on glassy sea; Where lacteal pink in sky and deep Will merge upon the doubling main; Where plaited at the circlet fringe, Twin orbs will sear where one had sunk, A storm released one day in fury, Diffusing in its neutral hue Across… Continue reading Ysatters-Kasja

Leaving Ogygia

Bounding the steep acclivities which seethed Upon the deep, some remnants of his raft— Spars and their fastenings—withheld the sea From closing upon the man its watery folds. Beyond the spiring waves, the heavens shook With thunder. A towering wave advanced Over the dreadful aspect of the ocean, Aspiring to conceal the heavens, And toppled upon him, dashing the man From what remained of… Continue reading Leaving Ogygia