Wednesday, October 06, 2004


Thymoetes climbed the rainbow to sit as keystone,
Waited, thought of himself as the opposite to Faustian,
With a good forewarning of the chute, the slide,

Refraction, although existing in colour, no essence, no esse,
As if the parabola, as if the hyperbola might mean some thing,
The rainbow can enter the mind freely, lacking any harsh body.

The covenant of our Lord that Thymoetes saw, climbed,
Resplendent, and regarding it and the crock of gold,
Despite the talk, meeting the earth never.