Become me, demands the sun.
Fiery rays eventually burn, trees
chopped, split, dried, churn;
fountains dry a chapping scry:
cracks upturned a mountain learned.
Average means to patriarchal streams,
dammed with concrete spuriously splashed.
Fashionable sons divide quarries run,
lacking water for air's stony slaughter;
there's the beef, inside the cow, stories
slice into her prow; Theseus split and now
you're the ship. Who's to blame for the council
shame? Scandalous bows down to the floor;
buffet chows and hearty attacks' gore. Fishy
hunger makes mythy heroes; smithy smith a
tour of fear-loathes. To search for shade is the only
grade. See minus passes for hidden glasses through
which I cannot see. So leave my crowns for unpaved
towns, offering pathways toward jubilee.
The orb's great power is a watching tower;
so cast aside the marking scour, leafing green
a moonlight stream.
Roman Ryan 