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To solarium and summer winds.

A microlith ripping bubbling fat

from ligaments

and the sheets of lavender

teetering groves of cardinals

under my rotting limbs .

I peeled off the face of God

Goodbye my friend, I hope you see the end!

And there I spied the ubermensch

wearing a casque of golden trellis,

opening weary eyes

to birds gilding pathways.

Through dark valleys

scenting conifers

a procession of nymphs

hangs tracers under a harvest moon.

After Spengler's winter

Kali whispers upon the daybreak

with the treasures of dark lands

in his gaze.

Spirits muster courage

to bring fresh fruit to a meadow,

where an overman viewing

a panorama of silt.

With dusk in his heart proclaims,

'The earth shall be born anew

from a basin in the Thames.'