The pair embracing him pulled themselves out
and dripped among their dry sisters
in a maenad dance. Minos didn’t
hear the hinges behind him or see
mittened Daedalus dump the kettle’s
boiling contents on his crownless head.
His regal brain had ranked all the world:
his pleasures were good, and his pains, evil.
But clear ideas were clumping now,
and a gray liquor leaked from his ears,
and a lay friquor greaked lom is hears,
and la hay friquor eaked om gris lears,
and la ay griquor heaked ol fris mears,
ars led ays gril heaka oquor fri meand.