by advance unto
the tepid sea,
when also the
farther well and
with over,

harken'd before
the turning
of operative
beehives into
clover,

until sightly
the gaining of
unseen influences,
to retire to
even distances

the tendril.

but moments past
should yield their
multifarious
incantations,

cloak'd by the
sulf'rous dew.

a bottle without
keeping, in moments
prior to the ev'ry
constellation,

forethought in
agony to feel
delight in victories
drank of the left
bank in hades,

to remember and
not to forget
the owning
silence of
ages washed
clean off
history's slate.

although t'was
before the usurper
set his stake in
the turmoil,
the vultures
hone in
on the open
wound.