Blue melts over the horizon

drudging up

golden waves

stars lit over a dim horizon


Compasses that Chronos

could never have marveled


There are hourglasses

in your eyes

minute little staffs

cast over the dordogne


High supremacies

that travel down

to marvel at your worth


You are untouchable



Superior in the way

that even those deities

couldn’t form words

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