among the stars. Immune to vertigo,
the crown cut through the thinnest wind. Its jewels
sublimed as flames the lofty darkness cools
into a permanent shape, which you can see
between the snake’s head and the laborer’s knee.
Stuck in the quicker, wetter world below,
Daedalus rued the deeds that long ago
compelled his exile from the world’s best city
to Knossos, a shithole clogged with self-pity.