Comet Dies or Shines - Illimitable Dolor

Passage and the pit or scorning, gifts he lived again and bound

Golden cords his door of water, rain or bird vermilion dawn

Death of metals fire and seas, swallow backed he eyes

The sun his beak the crescent moon, a storm of flowers mountains

Rising waxen tail of trees and fruit to camphor child he smiles

Amber gardens light her holy, valley waters sands all milk

And gold the ashlar rivers dung bones, she widens curves on death

Death her leaden dew or fleece, the steps to salt of brazen seas