• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 07

enthralled / enthroned

yeah, we say, and wasn’t it?
            (it was, and more besides)

a (super)imposition on an already
            crowded playing field,

and beyond that, the dripping
            brush in the midnight tag

(the game of, rule-less), we,
            Janus-faced, Cerberus,

nostrils whiffling wide, en garde
            at the garden gate,

the first pair, exiled to labor
            by the sweat thereof,

to beget and bring forth (and so
            forth and so on)

enthroned in the azure, the verdant
            season (seasoning)