Enlil, you drew together impossible chords
Knots hitherto undreamt, progenitor of dreams
Tarsus upon which Enlil sets his armies
That nations comrade between his seas
Pleases, unleashed his leashed creation
Least of flesh and most of mind, mind’s golden mean
Lasting not long the leaves of language, Gilgamesh his lands flees
Dozen deeds done, his postured onceclockaround ensures posterity
His legend reaches Greeks as Herakles
Shells storing ratios, shedding sparks forge of Hephaestos
Manifestival his manna-fuelled vestibule the cloud’s cover
Lapis his sole’s rest, red gold dust throne around which soul’s rest
Arresting, its warning shout sight stymies fierce passage.
Old bronzebough
Confluence of criticals
Opposite down, fleet street wet cobbles wear a burning Hawksmoor
Blackened earth, as at Ypres, where stood a burnished Hawksmoor, brighter even
Than Uriel’s fingertips
Antient debates between sheep and root, winter and summer, settle the seasons
Summer dies standing pat, guile smile glib knowing how thunderous return will be
Looking through old texts, divine bull
Who saddles the bucking sky, whose paddock boundless draws the edge of what is
Bronze bull animate astride moving fire, rites of kingship whispered to waiting Apis.
Alchemisland 
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