Hyperborea

Of no time and place...

save for due Truest North

of no time and place...a kindled

air as such...never a Draconian

night layeth upon...O Hyperborea.

Muse of Muse...whose tacit glory

begot lip and lyre...illumined 

wholes that sayeth verily unto

illumined wholes.

Unbroken gaiety...where the only

obscuration's the recesses of

witnesses...in full bearing...Beauty's

Knowing...Knowable Beauty.

O Hyperborea...as light, lighteth...

yet lit be not--high heaped upon

high celebrants of...whir and fire...

fire and whir....whir and fire!

Thou danceth a sun's one-upmanship,

to emblazon the dreams of Thracian

peoples.

That world may know, and know 

well...the north wind...of no time

and place--due Truest North of no

time and place...be kindled by

Apollonian graces.

As an urn contains what's trialed by

fire, as fire...Beauty unbridled...poureth

forth under the Hyperborean sun...

never to casteth a shadow.

Konstantinos Mark