O, my invigorating Muse,
Whose radiance is that of Hephaestian might,
Enmark in me your reviving warmth
And make of me your undying disciple.
Show to me what made those men dream
Of justice, virtue, and Olympian beauty,
The Muse that caused all inspiring spirits
To rise and fall as your trembling breaths.
Whisper to me those sacred commands,
That emboldened so the engineers and painters
And tyrants and soothsayers
And me.
Make of me your oracle spring,
My tears your ever dutiful Delphi,
And make of my lips your name's humble throne,
An estate barely befitting.
From my arms bid your likeness chisel stricken,
Lest my fingers of Tantalan fate befall,
Or worse still in Stygian waters tread in hopes
Of drying in the draperies of your Ariadnic hair.
Spare my legs of unjust duties,
Afford me the pleasures of running to you in all
My zealous marathon.
My knees at your behest will bend as it were,
And should you will it, so too my neck.
Make of me a vehicle of devotion,
An engine of your temple's destructive seductions
But never ask that I destroy your graven image
In the twinkling of my eyes.
Of my life sprawl your endless empire forth
And conquer every corner of my world,
Else Apollo should find unearned rest,
And argent moonlight should pale
In your complexion.
Place in me your Atlantean truths
Those titanic blows of bitter hatred,
And on my shoulders find your rest at last.
O, my perfect Muse,
Whose presence echoed through poems past,
Soliloquies written in the yore.
Words that were not aimed at you
Yet were ever yours.
I place this, your gracious invocation,
At the head of my prose such that it may last.
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Poetry Collection
PuisiA simple collection of my poetry, some gathered from old notebooks and some bespoke writings for this collection. There is something of a narrative, loosely speaking, that could be constructed here, with recurring mentions of places and unnamed cha...
