Pulled Me Up

Jupiter, hear me in our infinite hour:

time so completely, too sweetly soured

in this Saturnian verse, our beastly powers

set to the Moon, the sinusoidal tower

to shoot like volcanism, to ring like stones

gushing, touching soft heavenly abodes

and you: your reach, you teach like homes

in a sky too lofty, too downwardly drawn

to heroes like holes unable to be sated

in our hour, our piece of Chronos dilated:

Jupiter, lift me like the arrow unsent

by the bow unstrung and the spirits unbent.