Trample the skies to whiteness, turns like a moving dune
To gaze at the shade of Helen. His eyes as the skies are vast;
Seeing her sleep like a swallow in Death’s wide bed at last.
Helen stood
Within the tremendous circle of the paws,
Moving like light towards the dark secret heart.
The Sphinx cried terribly with a wordless sound
Of birth and anguish struggling to be heard ...
And the light vanished ...
And Helen and the Sphinx