light

magma deep ruled by owl's own volcano
forged the cleaver shield in minerva's tiny shell of hand
within her father who subsumed that which
imagination planted as prophecy by heavy water
in his head womb once hammered
sounded in bright birth tones
drumming rivulets of history statues in her wake
down a self sledding syncline
toward the columbia
or nile or danube
or from hydra
at speeds that light admires