Reflections as the World Falls Apart

all below lustrous
an Apamean sun hot
dew on fine statues
sublimating quick

Muses’ faces deep wellsprings
a hum a song ruptured sharp

Time limself dances
those ruins half-remembered
crumbling cornerstones
sand whirls in harsh winds

all that remains is eclipsed
a promise a curse rending

we buried our hearts
like Dionysos’ remains
as the temples burned
as we burned with them

they march now on Earth herself
still the fire roars unceasing

my blood rushes up
place unplaced within without
lacuna-filled strife
a world inverted

now how to turn back, to heal
hum envesseled bond restored

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