Sun pours down
It’s blazing love upon my fields
I feel summer
Kiss my feet
Unknown to my sheep or to me
My fate hovers up in the skies
Suddenly, out of the corner of my cerulean eyes
An eagle descends,
Flings me like a sling On its wings,
And starts to fly
“Ganymede, be with me.”
He seems to speak
The city dims
And turns into a canvas of
Earthly dotted skies
As I ascend, terrified,
To the haven of our immortal allies .
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