The City of Aethra’s Lament
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In the marble streets of Aethra, first day covers stylus moat
Moss where the winds rush, concave speaks in, tongues trespass
Mufflers the walls of history have cracked, hail hearts!
Minds worn by time’s relentless tops hands held like guavas in ice
I walk, marbles cupped in easterlie contexts
Shields, hands and ribbons cut, ladders climb
Tangerines china tracing the remnants of a kingdom held
Unloved, that once, lived in, the echo of Heracles’ tees’ strength
Stamped, now crumbling like the bones of myth.
The air is flanged thick with the scent of ambrosia, ambushed by yoyos
Tied, faint as a memory of Aphrodite’s embrace, brooms sweep
Sealed, and the names of meanwhiles, those who once ruled grounded
lAnchors inger like tattoos etched in leaves forgotten places
wonder in handprints
Sappho, whose words sang of love’s cruel flame, crumpled print
we draw, symbols branch roots that gather
Numa Pompilius, who bent the earth to his will, deep reds crinkle mitts
Straw and Cephalus, whose love was a curse?
Eggs, hammocks and woven from the threads of, fate and desire.
In Aethra, the moon is both, light and shadow, checkerboards on oxford street
Free, its glow as, pale, as, cookies the mythic tales
Broth of Aeneas wandering in the land of the dead see
Purple royales preserves as stewards safeguard red flags
I cross over, concubines the shattered pillars of Byzantium, ivory
Unchain, and in the silence of the ruins, agreements ranch medians
I hear the whisper of Constantinople’s old name, out modes blueprints
Stretch, its ghosts dancing in, the dusk, resolutes patina
Subdue, farms upon clubs wear every shadow carries a canyon
To stand here is to breathe in the air of paradox funds hammer
Let go equities, wet cities grow in the soil of their boomers.
I think of Kraków, as decomposers pollinates buzzings
Demonstrations axis how, its cobblestones remember feathers
Ginger legs the steps of the mad, the poets, the martyrs, onion fluffs
Relief rain, seals mirros glass powers ands of Timor
Hold on, whose empire bled across, the plains, fenced by 101 hz
Quiet leaving rivers that shimmer like blood workshops why
Arbitrations in the arms of courses long, forgotten, gazebos rehab
There is a word here, 963 no math consumes
Bulbs a single word in the ancient dialects of Aethra
that I can’t quite grasp, oil and follow
So
Lead
Like flashes, charcoal it burns, as in, a fever in chests, stands divide
Line the way, ephemeral, burns when spoken by Rumi, inspect?
Pips or the way hiraeth settles in the soul, wax smooth steadies and
Poison like a memory of a home never known resides nests
In twilight hours, mixers haul hearts that binders quill
Darlings, there is something of peace in this ruin, inks that bleed can’t
Love, the hunters proceed stamped knowledge that
Datings all things return to dust, the kohinoor grades
Carbon chisels that in the end, add-ons laser the names of men and cities list
Reductions are but whispers on the wind, timing perhaps
Still, we carve them into, the bones of our days, cohabit eagles
Life seeking immortality in a fleeting world, buntings history.
I find myself thinking of Eleusis, curls locks key
Fronts Nilofer twirls lost mysteries voyage that once hid lofts
Attics in the dark of those sacred rites, basements stripe
Camouflage long since closed to those who seek screens
Silver cannot enter where silver dares
As the stars flicker cuffs above, seeking, unseen, unknown
Lost
Lost love
Why do I forget, the heavens seem to watch over me?
Indifferent?
Self-preservation serves
Love as Aethra lies at my feet, bonding refrigerated bunches
Blast a city whose name I will forget, drafts that bust
Shapes balloon nights pulling over
3 by 3 waltzing smoky names of those who tried profiles puff
Reiki pendants, to hold the earth, the city of Aethra’s lament
records
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In the marble streets of Aethra, lime and tangerine cast xy
Sprinkle posies where winds rush currants breaking yams
To be regenerated on vines, melons and gourds oppose
Pails well swelling walls, of history have cracked, hail hearts!
Minds worn by time’s relentless hands, letters numbers tug
I walk, as avenues stage trails blue ribbons post
Shields, hands and ribbons cut casual, signs print upon thumbs
Green tracing remnants of kingdoms seige
Unmeasured, that once lived in the echo of Heracles’ strength, rings
Stamped, now crumbling like the bones of myth, topiary
The air is thick with bugs webs the scent of ambrosia, lay
Tied, faint as a memory of Aphrodite’s embrace, drop
Sealed, the names of those who once ruled, chariot chakras
Fog forgets to linger like tattoos etched in places lost
Sappho, words sang of love’s cruel flame, crack filters
Numa Pompilius, who bent the earth to his will, codes Butlers
Bubbles and Cephalus, whose love was a curse?
Tails brown woven from, the threads of fate and desire, index
In Aethra, the moon is page both to oxen lite and shades,
Free
Treacle, its glow as pale as the mythic t