a find from a dusty basement box!

16

I’ll be 16 tomorrow

I’ve heard it said that milestones lie everywhere

cloaked in tawdry shifts of meaning and anticipation

and strains of outward adultery

insights monstrous pleas

raging inward in multiplicity

predisposed anchors of time and shapes

in righteous fields of disgrace

in emptiness knowing what the ordinary

should

and

be

I’m terrified of dawn breaking but night never stops for me

the penultimate battle

if I only bleed out the terrible collision

stiff taking inspire what my will steal

ingracious epic of matter descending

if I postulate on tomorrow and steel conjecture

the time defiles me more than any posed insight

reach me please!

Apollo! take me with you

take me on your peregrinations, shine your light on me

the wolf and crow and griffin; mine

guard me from the call of your Artemis, who drags me unto the darkness stained with moonlight

Apollo! into everything I’ll bargain giving up my steadfast

forward

stone me- I will be frozen for eternity:

let me be your Hyacinthus!

I’m not a man yet so hear me beg

I’ll try the liquid fire in my belly, scare the dark

captures me

I’m made of nothing

but I’ll give everything

Take me Apollo!

my cowardice knows no bounds

with nothing defining my self of copper

caducity drowning my meantime

forever let it not be me