from prometheus a treasure stolen

i hold them in my palm     stars.     sand grains.
galaxies of swirling radiance.        motes of tantalizing
                                                         & hypnotic
                    prism-sense-vibration
the digits of my fingers twitch & pulse            like bloated larvae
         of eyelash-tickling layers.        violet seas
          of easter island typhoon crest & break about my buzzing
skull
these dimensions open up to me.                        like orchids dilating
                                        in  t  i  m  e  l  a  p  s  e
skies reeling flame              wriggling nets of fish that hold a catch
        of transmutating water snakes.  kiao. & ying-lung.  k'iu-lung
                                                                              like robins' eggs
& cobalt. & 81 & 36.          (they mainifest my fear like centipedes.
                                                                                          wax.
                                                                                             iron       &
                           twisted strands of vari-colored thread).
even gods must fear
                            even gods must fear these binding alchemies!
i hold them in my palm         stars.       sand grains.
galaxies of swirling radiance.              motes of tantalizing
                                                                & hypnotic
                   prism-sense-vibration
even gods must fear

                                                           —t. Winter-Damon


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