Pyrrhic Alembic
The decades plangent, winter’s night, ancient youth; I watched occultation as the sun’s corona snapped; the initial eclipse, revelation by the blackboard, fell during Jimmy Carter’s reality.
Valkyries whirred through marmoreal heights, the aurochs of Christiania, scooped orbs of febrile rocks.
Totems hermitic, thunder eggs of stumbling youth, reincarnations argent.
Past mages’ mouths sealed now with wixtax, sires driving their pickups into the bardo, in the alder woods a hinged homunculus burrowed.
JF – 5/11/19
A drawing, based on Mark Twain's The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, I made when I was eight, nine or so.
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