Magellanic cloud,
Rears like a pale horse from the
Dolphinfish's gut.
*
Stars fall in the dark,
Sparks from the Promethean
Forge. They are fading.
*
In a berth of dark,
Om sits, buck-toothed, golden, holy
All, singularity.
*
He sweats, he is still.
The eagle arcs above. All man:
Prometheus bound.
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