oh my, it took you long enough
and did you take it all the way
to plant a marbled egg in two
by two to taste a golden yolk

our hungriest return the view
by which wonder, the cry by then
names fire, brilliant ballistic ire
a bulls-eyed planet sunside-out

i see my linen shroud unshred
unread by your unlovers touch
by now and just the way you are
by here, to lay me in papyrus


//

Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.)

not under love (eros)
lesser-being (hessaomai)

but over myself
being strong (krateein)

// 233ξ

οὐχ ὑπ᾽ ἔρωτος ἡττώμενος

ἀλλ᾽ ἐμαυτοῦ κρατῶν

//

(also muddy)