\"mythic greenhouse / hinge‑of‑worlds\"
hephaestus breathes
cinder‑steam through copper ribs
horae /
white hands on shadow‑
dials petal‑ seconds fall
hesperides —
their eyes are small suns
cupped in brass
ouroboros turns
slow around the spine‑beam
coil‑creak / leaf‑pulse
one gold apple slips
across the threshold glass
(persephone lifts it
like a question without voice)
ring—
the orphic chord gone hollow
light tilts /
next epoch leaning in.
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