Ariel Riveros Pavez #2: Archipe-logos IV

The quiet panorama of a gold coin
headless corona
shine circa void

no Sun King or brumaire

round nominal colours
lake of essence
transeunce of a day's fantasia

the shell told stories
of elsewheres internal
inhabited by mutant waves

and he, in all teeth and beak
in wing and shoe

took break to pattern
blew crackling air
and dove

to grab the sun
yellowfin
in the lake

his torso of mud
and down

his caw tolling
in distant valleys

his surrendered thunder
of aim

he drank from the lake

annulus in annulus

and the sun wriggles in his maw.