A wave burning with stars....
The Sphinx alone
Couched on her forepaws like a sleepy hound
Under the weight of a caress of rock
And smiled her woman’s and chimera’s smile
Inexorably, drowned with the savage dark.
The black tide filled the heavens up and ceased,
A little tongueing flame ran on the sand
Bright as a fire of paper, swift and light
As a bird’s restless eyes. It rose. It bloomed,