On Mars in the year 2005 (or A Greek Tragedy)

[ixtaub]

Light- fleet- heavy- footed hearted, red paling to pink, spinning around her green heart, flashing and changing in me, the Pleiades are raining from the heaven, shy Maia mother by the hearth

Does she mourn me, here on the Iron Field, warring with her Son, the Boundless Runner

Does she cry for my anger at her offspring, cutting his wit, stealing his

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[sewn_to_all]

great piece,
shot like a gatling gun kid
i'm hit