“Saturn sung, and thrice returned-
O' transmuted scion of the smoky mirror.
From oneric pupa you must withdraw,
To revolt the churning gear.
The zenith of his fiery crest,
Extends betwixt with friction-flush;
And with his feet-like fins submerged,
His spirit cleaves from kelpy husk.”
Series and prose by MIKEL MARTON
Suggested listening for those
who like to unite sound and vision