Syrinx

The Reed.
The Pipe.
The blinded eyes.
The Sleepfull eyes,
Our Peacock's Pride.

The Dot Dot Dot
of a swollen story
slept through by Argos
Writer, and Reader alike.

Do You, Ovid,
Will You, Ovid,
Visit answers to my Daimon's day,
To my very own night?

Visit mine and his Eclipse,
if you wish,
By hoofed and heavy mare,
Come stay your visit.

By Day or By Night.
If Epiphany seems fancy stay the day,
and if a ladder come the latter;

This dot dot dot
Translate no fates,
Thus insists a visit,
Come tell me what is it!

The Reed.
The Pipe.
The Blinded Mind,
The Sleepfull Mind,

That Muse and Mercury's deceitful design.
Shall my want be submerged by their sound?
Is it worth it to wake if I must drown?