Beware Elysium Child

Beware Elysium Child, powerless to the gilted path of Ploutons air. The infants mother sparkled at the rivers edge where the last swim bladder leaped. Her Imperial Amazon flight trumped the crickets song, her voice sang her Elysium Child Sonnanbulic ! as she slid the secret stream in black from gold peace
Beware my child when your ground cracks and your vulnerability falls wide open to the blackened granular contemporaneous air, your bleeding river runs retrograde, in the hands of black silted hulk, the factory's smoke stack blooms dioxide over deciduous feldspar'd quartz
 Resplendent child lying where moon-scythes reap the ripened fruit falls, you sleep my Elysium babe as I leep the tangled nests where wild moss falls, up from the tree of Orpheus cries your gilted hero with fearless sword,your bed poured whiteness on the issue of nuptial chambers and marriage dawns
 Her sacred riparian flow still runs through this child's hands, under blue smoke, over shimmery leaves, a scented smoke of light drips quietly, quotidian drop by drop on a silver'd snake platter adorned with sparklets at the edge of the velvet of her room.