Aeonic Drink

a vermillion serpent

'with white smoke wings

and light yellow eyes,

slides off a stone cloud.

a fainting phantasma of

unheld height, meets a

stream of milk precisely its

length and width.

issuing midpoint between the

sky-ground.

knocks in its eyes, and

dislodges its jaws for an aeonic

drink.

Reviews

[Lawrence Hartmann]

I liked the imagery of the poem, and the choice of word sounds.

[Onoma]

Thank You--much appreciated Lawrence.