From 'Coma Berenices'

This will be, it so happened,
who will awaken me?
As bark begins to grow
around my body,
in the darkening deep
your body,
the elusive silver fish,
opened the sluices to its self.

Beheaded,
Lepus lies directly below
Orion's feet.




The bloody stump is of gigantic size
and strength;
through long horizon of quiet air,
the remains of a supernova
drank in the blood,
sent a scorpion to kill
and restrain the culprit
embedded inside a cloud.

Beehive of the celestial dome,
in its elastic body flask-shaped
a secret juice
swelled hot like a meteor in flight,
to sprout its catastrophic supremacy.

To the son of Helios: If I should speak
a lie and gave the impression to be an
undulating rhythm of the swimming dragon,
(withered by my heat,
taint the waters of your sacred streams)
drown me in a vat of honey,
aslant beneath the fore-skin as
Coma Berenices hair.

Provide tragic evidence
and measure vastness of space.
Large she is and bright, beautiful dark,
with golden horns, -
which she drove into the octupus' head
oscillating above the pole
and said "it is the joyous rain".