Syzygy in elegy, Apollo’s hollow two-phased lyre
Leaves Nibiru-Vasin cosmic strands align’d with fearful symmetry;
Ashes, ashes, dust to dust, or so they said, as so they must,
E’er bloodred dawn would come to take the seas and leave again.
They’d tip their hats and sing goodbye, hello again, the end is nigh,
Skip a beat, be on their ˈmärā way.
But far from now and near to here, where blood runs cold and water clear,
You’ll still remember me, my dear.
July 3, 2021