Orpheus:
Spell home for me.
Sisyphus:
A mirror is a bad apology.
Orpheus:
Take my wife's legs like a lyre string.
Sisyphus:
A song that runs away.
Orpheus:
Her belly but a bowl.
Sisyphus:
A birth and a feast.
Orpheus:
Spell vanish for me.
Sisyphus:
Something that won't stop spilling.
Orpheus:
Milky.
Sisyphus:
A boulder is a spinning plate.
Orpheus:
Chipped.
Sisyphus:
Was there ever a story that didn't lie like
a legend?
Orpheus:
Was there ever a legend that wasn't a
threat?
Sisyphus:
There's no use singing to a wife who
wants to be a song.
Orpheus:
Show me a god who wasn't born
beautiful.
Sisyphus:
A sailor who won't drown.
Orpheus:
Any abdomen that isn't a ball of yarn.
Sisyphus:
Spinning.
Orpheus:
Unraveling into knit.
