The sun blooms a petal blue elixir
seeing for itself the visible sky
looks along inside eye of the eagle
over the distance as vast it reveals
or races on the features of vision
The lens of a wing a the power pulls
and silence awakes a season of sound
past the past tense and into the lion
that crosses the mountain into its own
and roars of time eternal from hours
the flame as it venerates the fire
the living tree trunk of viscous bower
Lava that melts like the wax of the moon
distilled into starlight draped in the Sun.
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