Inspiration made flesh
my callipygian Muse
after Helen: men clash
in order to pay their dues
to my callipygian Muse.
A strip of radiant land
separates prominent mountains.
Telle’s glorious glow commands
beasts, men, winds, and linden
like sunlight, moonlight, whitelight
light my callipygian Muse
Poets and kings, gladiators and knights
contend to death as though possessed
by adoration, until the flight
of angels, Nephilim, make jest
the innocence of mortal might.
Even the sun stilled to witness,
as tours of the day came, and tried
glory of my callipygian Muse.
Brown tresses kiss her endless breasts
like waves teasing with a beach white.
Jealous, the sun skulks behind the west
yet war furthers into the night.
No rest, none, for Mal’s suitors, no rest.
Alas her bored yawn contrites them
like shameful Catholic children pray lest
my callipygian Muse condemn.
Mal rose as the mountains rose,
Left, Mal graced them with it.
Petrified and wondrous
Nephilim and men remained
adoring monuments”
-sings the last living
survivor of the
failed campaign on
Mal, my divine Muse
Beautiful words!
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