PYTHIA

God-like erected,

you climb windows

as eylashes in flames 

In the dark

there is no one to know

For you say: I AM THE SUN

in that room

You

Always were known by

Phyagorian' sons

of

God-like erected shouts

On blinded Pythia

your Delphic stones

vaporous bodies off

Godess-like

Riding the depht of your

Sun eyed snakes

There is no one to know

in the dark

For your mouth is chasm

Of unknown death.