Icarus's blog: "Augurs, Martyrs, and Agnostics"

I wrote this in a daydream.
On green seas and old iron desks.
Worn smooth and thin from tapped rubber erasers.
Playing at a thrum. A beat. A drawing.

I sat there, afloat, unaware, and certain of
everything.
Til I caught a glimpse of dereliction
and had to haul it all in

Not for sake of curious chivalry but ignorant temptation.
I had to have.
In your eyes I could count the gods and taste the stars
in your naive wonder I could have
once
loved myself.

Even by accident
and all at once.

There was clarity
but it slid through my wet, salty mind.
Like sand at the bottom.
Loose, dissolute, and impossible to grasp.