Ah, so you like fragments?
A song barely started? ||

*
No? Then you listen for the sweet singing,
of a long since silent lyre!
|A rare talent |

*

Museful thoughts to be updated?
Your Hubble vision finds skies
beyond reach, beyond need for
touching.| |

*

Apparently Gods no longer enjoy
their distance.
Thunder-wrecking incubus
occur without them.

Yet I see the golden browed Aphrodite comes|

*

|First to those|
wearing garlands, Warrior
and Pacifist alike ||

*

Hands gentled
Youth returned, all with garlands
||
My loves unspoiled ||universal