Throughout beginning, Dawn, beginner of the day
I heard a sound of gnats
Walking.
Your Zeus descended in a posse of mists
Snows from the breasts of
Patagonian mountains
Scenting of the immensity of
Himalayas.
Everest was there with circles of
Puny mists around its Eastern crown.
Your Zeus be everywhere.
All rays, all light, tremble and
Vibrate
Shrink to line relative and
Tremulous filament.
Now day begun, the first sun rays
Trumpet the coming of Helios
And the Earth grows warm
Stir the grasses, rushes, trees
And the birds on the wing
They hop as kangaroos of the
Heavens immense.
The water unloose their chains
In open revolt.
You rise, you walk, magnificent
Object of Beauty,
Subject of Soul resplendent with
Every pace studied and
Majestic.
Now day has begun though it be
Drear and humdrum
Your presence lights it.
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