de novo

While my heart lay

      sanguine

on dirt-studded Snow,

(spliced straight through

with memories of

Me&You)

She, (my Sun coppery&glossy glowing yonder East),

      looks

      through tussled

maligner

ing eyes;

      through

honeycomb shades

&eyes timeworn with

pride; and teacups chipped in

      daunting morning

            ritual.

But these, thee,

      thou my flower bed,

      thou will riseandshine as

Thebes did

                  anew.