Icarus approaches the Sun

peace

to reach the golden apple: triumphing over pain

the here and now, magnified; the future, darkness

it isn't what it seems to be

the odor of the plant tells all

testicles or ovaries: seeds sleeping in their cribs

strange love

forbidden fruit and intimacy

glories of nature

Shades in Hades: lovers once: vital and amorous

now floaters who at best utter a pitiful "squeak" as they noiselessly pass through the darkness and drear and fear of the underworld