Phaeton

Orpiment pyrite carbon agate... precipices... clear night studded with stars
Air incrusts the moire of ignored porphyry hour... 
The space devours it with vastest eyes... 
On the deserted paths there darkness abandons them insane
Granite becomes so very heavy and the gravity of all things changes
And the humble heliotrope which sprouts on a thorax of shale 
Roll down funerary years without cart and without master 
The route faded the fruit sphere and collapsed rubies
Their foot is flayed against the ocean and the sun cooks them upon the mountains' peaks