Sun lion with wings of time, snake of eternity to wrestle from
Orphic Cosmos, an egg laid by Necessity, out cracks Phanes,
both male and female, First-Born, Protogonos. Aion holds the
keys to the time loop and unlocks ages. The cock of Nergal
crows, the corona of his mane revolves like a snake medusa.
Scales, fur, damp whuff of bloodied fangs and muzzle red.
Now king of the jungle, stalking at night through lush codes.
Ancient dybbuk boxes, ancient Golem scrolls, curse tablets
of bronze thrown down a well. The Lion-Faced Serpent
makes known his dominion over my heart, puts paw and
nails into my heart, pulls like a cat with a bird, the lion
and his yellow canary, his curious golden eyes slit into
devouring shards of flat notes and the devil’s trill, Schubert
plays on violin and cello, a fiddle reels in Georgia, and I
hold back the Lion’s jaws from the world, and cease his
Devouring.