Bellerophon, I fear you -
Limping man, gimping
Because of a profanation
You won't tell.  You

Hide your face from me -
I must be thorough
In ensuring I do not
Reach your hell of
Silence and its

I need them, these
Pouring people who
Smile on me and are
Indulgent at my
Petty efforts to
Translate their fire.

I cannot lift your curse
I cannot bid you rise
On the horse you
Had, higher than
This earth you tread
Stumbling and humble.

Bellerophon - I pity you
Your gift withdrawn.
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