Seer Of The Cycles

I am that saint uncanonized,who saw the copulation of the toad-like stones and spawning of the seer, sun-mumbled bones to golden efts and flowers without flaw. The clouds were squared to temples of the Law, the clouds were sphered to pandemonian thrones. Out of the beaked and feathered telephones There came the falcon s cry, the raven s caw. Riding the inland sunset rose anew triremes of Carthage and Columbian sails convoyed by sirens with their fan-like fins. Over the mountains a mad tortoise flew, spouted upon by levitating whales that in the zenith hung like Zeppelins.