god of lull

fiery mirror handed him a bowl of sauce
sun cooled to sing the throat's birds
lulling decades into aeon dust as the planet unfolded
backwards in that apartment room
with the kettle burned into dioramas from a japanese garden
&eagles landed to roost my soul with their clear talon sight
lifting fog over the ranges
to appease summer stupid fires arranged to quench
a moon's bulk in heavy ions at the speed of light
certainly but regarded as timely
long hence from
now