“Saturn sung, and thrice returned-
O’ transmuted scion of the smoky mirror.
From oneric pupa you must withdraw,
To revolt the churning gear.
The zenith of his fiery crest,
Extends betwixt with friction-flush;
And with his feet-like fins submerged,
His spirit cleaves from kelpy husk.”
Series, & prose by MIKEL MARTON
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