105. ARISTARCHUS

105 Aristarchus Acorn between arms of flapping nested bubbles In giving augurs to the right triangle right. All the everything, all the weight, to you in loaded. With the chalice of the sky and the nectar of the sharp, the measure.

It is already smoking perfumed, torn away. Preside over the heliocentric ceremony. Debt already shrouded in tailcoat, Aristarco This morning your dawn has come.

You will stop being the talk of the sky and in the agora Soon a ladder will bring your thorns like nails Of drops of dew on the maps of the predictions You will be in the lighthouse and the threshold, of the cosmic blog. At the surreal hour of dissolving pencils watches words owls and a mausoleum for Lenin.