I
I rase myself
ASHURNASIRPAL under the doorstoneof yr palace
the slaves of Nineveh evacuate the
former city
The new supreme is
over shells raising
the cosmoses between the shells whose
meeting
on the orient
relieving stones
a Clarifying way to eat
in the banquet scene
above my wings
I bless yr banquet's edibalia
the edibalia forever nourishing
the slaves as they haul the palace stones
let nothing but the clarified move
among the palace
a fist of
air over head
hastens
us
forwards
in
the west
and over
the stele
forms
thinking up there
in the air
we love
Ashurnasirpal's feast
the palace
is building all along the extent of a river
II
The sun
come up in
th'east awash
white with no trace
of what
i make below
the meridian.
Mars a day ago
driving out
what wants to remain in what
Venus tries to keep in setting stones
down on an uninhabited island
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