Apollo in the Sky, Burning

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BURNING | TURNING| YEARNING | LEARNING | MOURNING

I.

I’m crying in my head, thinking “Why is there no escape?”

I thought my prayers to Teshub had been enough, to be in his grace

and grant me liquid relief.

But the sun has no shadow, it’s so high up

Rays, light-beams that are just a trick of the eyes, they touch me

I feel them, no shade to cover me, for the trees are dead

I’m crunching dead, dried grass, and I thank the spirits

of the Swamp for leaving this land slightly moist

For if it weren’t for them, I’d surely be alright

Under the unwanted looks from Helios, sun lord-tyrant.

And I can go on about how ‘delicate’ my “sun people” skin is

I used to know all of the seasons and now I’m left to

summer day and night, this part of the earth gets no…

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