xiii. apollo
apollo whispers lyrics in my ear,
lyrical-whispers of whisperful lyre.
I can’t grasp the never-ending tune
he sings: the words fall slip through
my fingers like sand in an hourglass.
too little too late.
apollo’s sun chariot jostles as the day
breaks, and I wonder if I’ll ever be able
to catch the tune in time for night.
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