MAKING MYTHS [1]
sparks electrified, bounced off his eyeball
he wore garments, shredded in the din of shadowy call
then rocked the moon, and non too soon
swirling planet-oids curled back in a swoon,
forming the rock of drama gamma beta sigh
there, Prometheus ate from the fire of desire; my
how the warmth of Olympus fell, short
by wintry blizzards wort;
stirring through the loins of satyrs
birthing music, where ever, felled stadiums scatter,
augmenting phi
to highest high;
then enters, curtail call,
and all -
is Silence!!!
MAKING MYTHS [1]
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