saturn unfettered

the hoofly God with long tales,
removed his horns
in the deep of night
where darkness moaned
a crack in despair,
there, where the light can now appear

he comes off
as chaotic, familiar
which is the way of
casting out a neural-net
of gleaning.meaning with
vortex prayers 'n fractal wishes
on the edge of an ancient-ache
in time 'n space matters

his path-depends
on that old Promethean fire;
coals of embers glow,
they gleam again inside the eye,
then sparks do fly, away, away, they go ...