Prometheus chained by the four-cornered walls of my fragile snowed head and bounden and the first spinning drifts of love that they took away by calling those immortal embers only water and jelly and there her body the curve of a decaying tissue that must swirl the dance of decay and the lizards lambent tongue lashed as a feather that became a plume when the mouth screamed its rage heave the globe of darkness for here there is no sadness in this wonder only the stellar insignificance of brief moments in the lighted flash of a womb that quietly obeys its congruent trajectory of flights to other earths.