Description
From the beneath,
among the swirling
deeps, swelling in
dragging form upright,
the figure rises in ash,
salt, and spirits.
Upon his shoulders
he bears spheres
of black pearlescent
fate: stars and the sky.
To hell and back.
Woe, poor Telamon,
will it all be worth it?
Everything you build?
If just for the chance
to share it with one
you might, could, love?
To hell and back,
he'd drive her anywhere.