VII. La lecture de la carte

VII. La lecture de la carte

Alone, among packet-switching networks and star mesh until the stretched
Undercarriage touches down, on twin cones of Elbrus, whose cross-peined reprise,
Overheard until the Deccan traps—Clamping the T7 xiphisternum, the solar
Plexus; its holder becomes a bent stalk strafed by unseen hailstones—Chalazae
Dangling from the yoke, of who actually steers destiny, and not the fly genus Chrysops—
Aeschylus’s Prometheia (460 B.C.E.), fragments of which remain forecast sulfur-dusted

Io, who finds herself chucked on one of the Ionian’s seven islands, with sulfur dioxide
Thrown up by a martinet, by mantle fluxes, to better match equal area projections; grotesquely stretched,
As when a lackey smith clambered onto a stone Athena Orestes later clutched—Her thigh dripped a gossamer vein of chrysoprase

Becoming the earth-born host of the Erechtheion; with egg-and-dart cornices slicked by dawn-glair as the reprise
Of an unchained tongue—Erechthonios’s daughter is the ray-shot Procris after Kephalos called to Hera’s cloud; consistently, as the solar
Analemma, what dreams are bound to wake up: real—The nearby luminary wheeling them into a sol; chalazae

Only form from turning—Io receives her lord’s backhand, and it is Brâncuși’s Prometheus (1911), an impassive egg candled for chalazae,
Chords of sympathy—What linen-winged chariots dispatched her to the Canopic Nile, where sulfur
Lightens wound-gauze—What pelagic waves lap up the light-givers themselves; solar
Winds array the heat of crocodiles rimmed with cloudless sulfur eyelashes; the body’s most precious salt—Static stretching’s
Misalignments; otherwise, there is a reflecting pool of oil, a snake curled behind a chryselephantine
Shield, where meaning warps without breaking—The mother snake’s polar bodies reprise

Unitary virgin births than a hibernaculum’s worth—Io, a stormbeaten thing yoked by rock reprised

By her descendant’s seventh labor—The Cretan bull set free, to lunge as if guided by chalazae—
Parachute, paranaissance, protection, cupola, placenta of Geopoliticus Child (1943), recoiling against the chrysocolla
Of becoming—First gasps of soldered aerosol on Mars; its rovers are stock to us, now, as are its sulfurous
Inclusions of water—Discontinuities in the teardrop analemma start at the dorsal root; the slice’s compass dies out, after saddle block, then the sol

Reclimbs its faint road over the fumarole into the seat of consciousness—Etna, the whole length of his back Typhon stretches

From a helpless sprawl, whose diatremes; unsoothed by narcotic herbs, and be supplements of Pluton, vociferate fire—Stretching
Planispheres of the Cadmean vixen pursued by Procris’s hound—Tenth then third of her line, Io reprises
Without any loss of aureole (1869), or any trade article, of the sevens's Theban oath over a gored bull on a black shield (467 B.C.E), as the antisolar
Point just clearing the head’s shadow—One son of Aigyptos and one daughter of Danaos granted passage to Argos, the chalazae
Of heritage pacifies her horned crown—For the twin brothers, we could reproducibly use the Metamorphosis of Narcissus (1937), with chrysoberyl
Trillings where the magma body cools, and the bloom bursts its chorion—Beyond, the 

Mud baths of La Fossa, Aeschylus spent one occasion buried up to his neck—Ionized sulfur;
Expelled as after a greasy meal, conceal Jupiter’s tidal forces on Io, and in the spectral ultraviolet, stretch
The sense of blind hope of pairing with the dictator, and if not, the coup—Stumbling up against this terror, after the Third century Chrysopoeia
Of Cleopatra; not the seventh, but the sister of Moses, when forgery and conjunctions were women’s work—We reprise,
By the operation of your Sun, so is your crocodile (2.7.27) for the leathery eggs turned by their mother in an offal nest—The overhead Sun’s
Distance was computed (240 B.C.E) by Eratosthenes and a peripatetic Nilometer—Bound by the chalazae

Of ancestors, to stare clear-sighted on the Sun’s yoke absent from a sulfurous well bottom, to touch chalazae—

Those ex ovo hailstones are accessible to us; by hands coming in from the cold, when corpuscles register their fire—To crack open the room where Chrysopelea
Wandered, or rather, glided, among the sun-scattered canopy of your dreams, to hear their reprise with your eyelashes parted—