III
The enduring crucible splashes a
wave froth on the untouched skin
and drips a blue light in the eyes of the sky
whitewash encloses silence in the backyard
while petrified enigmas hanging on
clouds decorate for the breeze of the Mistral and
behind the window leaf, desirous
Eros sighs while the Kore’s fingers
explore her bosom: yearning
flares up her unblemished flesh
and the dark suffering hour
collapses at the time of dawn
as her dream soars beyond
the clutching hands of death
flints of flowers and fragments of
songs echo in the purple aura
yet the roots of the oak tree
need to feel the pangs of fear:
thunderbolt aims into its heart:
it attacks, crashing down its limbs and
gracing this ode with a purpose.
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