musings

sun-soaked god of infinite brightness

don’t look, don’t look i was told

the arrow piercing your eye

isn’t worth a glimpse at the gold

apollo i’m not very worthy

i’m inconsistent and confused

and i’ve always felt more at home

with the moon in the land of the bruised

apollo i dream the future

detached yet always true

and apollo i’m starting to wonder

if these dreams are coming from you

the moon’s land is your sister’s

it makes sense to love it there

when you’re living through me

in poems, in love, in prayer