Look behind the sky,
Inside-out your eyes;
They say you split
When shadows rise
And free themselves from womanhood
And better play your life than fantasies;
For in duality there is comparison
--One twin the Anthony and one the Toni,
One the life and one the descant.
Beware, my son, the brazen glass,
The Siren-singing Gorgon pools,
The frozen cold that burns the life inanimate;
Lies in wait patient;
Distills life--the form of life--
Prays on waves of sight,
Starves for sacrifice . . .
Beware the god made visible as you.
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