Tag: sun worship
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In the solar
Mugging the sun at knifepoint. Up close, in the pocket with Apollo, Until my cooked eyes run like liquid birds from cloven eggs. Black as old potbottoms, no more than shell holes, Issuing listless smoke in storm-redolent spirals.
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The hateful sun’s tongueblistering hymns
To taste the SunSon, I sucked vinegar and blood from the sponge A cackling Roman forced the wincing Christ to suck for succour. Older than the bog’s butter the names I must mutter Dark splutters which muster summonable others. When She sings, however shrilly, leathery wings begin to flutter In some divorced and gushing void…
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The sun rising as it has not in some time
Sunrise glorious, more than recent times Sunrise’s old but recently seen beauty, tenfold Even a day’s break steals all gold’s glimmering Fools old and young ascribing to arts limn you As Apollo limb you that you might walk far afield C thy coastal passage sprouting thyrsus awield Vaster than recalled Tutelary star. Sunrise as has…