Beware Elysium Child

[ModernPromethean]

Beware Elysium Child, powerless to the gilted path of Ploutons air. The infants mother sparkled at the rivers edge where the last swim bladder leaped. Her Imperial Amazon flight trumped the crickets song, her voice sang her Elysium Child Sonnanbulic ... as she slid the secret stream in black from gold peace. Beware, my child when your ground cracks and your vulnerability falls wide open to the blackened granular contemporaneous air, your bleeding river runs retrograde, in the hands of black silted hulk, the factory's smoke stack blooms dioxide over deciduous feldspar'd quartz. Resplendent child lying where moon-scythes reap the ripened fruit falls, you sleep my Elysium babe as I leep the tangled nests where wild moss falls. up from the tree of Orpheus cries your gilted hero with fearless sword, your bed poured whiteness on the issue of nuptial chambers and marriage dawns. Her sacred riparian flow still runs through this child’s hands, under blue smoke, over shimmery leaves, a scented smoke of light drips quietly, quotidian drop by drop on a silver'd snake platter adorned with sparklets at the edge of the velvet of her room.

 

[ModernPromethean]

Dark Unfurrowed Aubades

Her mystical energies are ruled by diurnal Dionysian liquidity, my vulnerability generates its own entrapments, her inner child is my reluctant fundamentalist, indifferent to the spirit who inhabits it. Careful pseudo-philosophical inquiry describe a specific setting of orgiastic pleasure of pure feeling in gynoecium carpel. I kneel on dandelion carpets & weaves locks of lilacs between her rose & purple iris, he assumes avuncular circumspect, her horizon. Her sky sucks rain that swallows a smoldering sun, Tasmanian blue gum shadows sit restless in the river’s bend, Ornithes Areioi circles concentric, beneath a gibbuous moon, they lay in dark unfurrowed aubades & listen the oracular shoal send waves of gold that beat their withered shore. I ser life through eye of the querent, questions the Oracle. She who in the love of memory held in the velvet of his room every of scuttled emotion, prefigured by Euripides. Each word, a Bacchylidean symptom of decadence, her chthonian swamp of monodic lyric, their ancient marriage of myth and eroticism, vulnerability generated entrapments, a communion with her visible forms gave erotic access to his Muse