Clouds, Festivals and Sirens
They billow just above that far hill
I think I see old Zeus peer out
the piercing eyes ulotrichous beard
hair a roiling wiry nest of whirls
Father of the universe
those Olympian palace trumpets bear
It is the wind and such a wind those sirens
crying shaping sounding
Old Zeus is soon become in depth his invisible blue
Such agitation! I cannot tell ground from above
I sit on cool damp grass dizzy dizzy
the wet-sense separates myself from on high
Clouds festivals and sirens....
Debussy must have laid out on such
hearing post horns in the chase
the chase of clouds and sky
Yes a stallion's head his flaring nostrils form
And I am soon mounted riding wed
Bodiless I dodge and call ahead
"Afternoon!" transformed lifted off the meadow grass
"Take me!" tossed among the fickle folds gaping
A trip like this comes but once in mind's mystic shaping
I hear the golden brass in perfect organ tones
with sirens unite
Earth passes 'neath my enchanted sight
a festival of lights
sun-clad in blue and white
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