On Newness
A Prayer
awishing well overflows over there,
Muses it is new and Medusa Got it
and Mr. Frost is draped or Cloaked in frost
Or coated-to-crackle an arm closer to the home-farm,
many shouldered Birds mock his progress
A new Hellespont has opened Ovid
May your Muses therefore Sing
Here where the Volcano first new it’s Nature
where it Broke and tilled the earth to life,
revolving Lave overturns bustling the soil
to nourish Cornstalks and Chimney-Pipes a Land
Long bruised shudders forward and rightly is
a Maiden draped in Blackening-Frost,
May your Muses therefore Sing
Samson (an unruly dog) has Sabotaged the pillars
Run, now get out of here (as fast as) (you (can while you) can)
as Maiden-draped-in-frost explodes and Runs
As the Fountain-overflows too quickly
too much the floor is wet
The Temple downed to till-Earth like Lava
May your Muses therefore Sing
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