Looking over the Adriatic sea,
Mountains at his back,                              Eli
saw what could only be the origin of worlds; |
the woman was as large as any he'd ever |
heard told -- Statue of Liberty; Pallas Athena;
the 50' Woman, all of old, now stood before
him.    |The artist bringing sketchbook from
under his arm & sharpened pencil from his
back pocket, | | drawing the emergent figure
from the ancient mist ... & upon seeing
the artist working with rapidity to delineate
her shifting form, the fantastical Femme
drew closer, as from a mirror-image,
& beside the conjurer now stood,
admiring the figure shaped of lead on paper |||