Urania's Consecration!  

Holding my head as she looked in my eyes  
she said they..."looked kind"...as her features blurred,  
which is how muses prefer to hypnotize  
poets in search of a sacred word.  
 
I saw she had blue eyes and red hair  
but more of her visage I could not see  
through the aether haze so prevalent there  
where she kept safe all latent poetry,  
there, upon the walls above the benches;  
the marbled glory of all future thought  
shining like water for our quenches  
with every phoneme the goddesses wrought;  
 
as I, plebeian I, she had allowed...  
a rare glimpse of how heaven was endowed.