Out of a comet cluster, ascending, Saturn on the wing with Ganymede attending, the ever creating Alpha, human arms outstretching — bones, muscles, strengthening, birth and prophecy — astride an entangled Borromean chain, he arrives as first, wedding guest, then god, above cartoon devils carved into earthy niches, snarling — or are they laughing? — re-enacting the seven deadly sins! mocking as Jesus (Won't you come blow your horn?")
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