The suns laughter corrupts…
each immaculate blossom,
Each molecule it now erupts.
Is a honeycombed; chasm.
'Therefor it begs—if, solitude?
be mine. It then again; welters...
into calmer, subdued:
—Of course let the stars!
command you too listen.
'Let sea waves their shanty-sitars
play for ‘the shining one' ‘Helen'
-of Troy, for if Zeus can lovelorn,
transform himself into a goose.
Mate with Nemesis and produce!
An egg from which; Helen was born.
'He who says—dine with the fishes,
above or below you, in dramas—
Up-front or behind you! will remind you!
but for Him, who'd recall, hot Apollo'…
'He who commands you too listen.
Commencing; with a zillion stars'.
'He also laughs in your face, questions.
Passionate kisses under nail of coffin.