Weight of Immortality Upon Blind Eyes

in the summers when

the forests fall, and artemis wakes to dust and dirt

she finds a second home amidst the undergrowth. and she

finds her words as the sun bears down

overhead upon

vainest brother of array.

and the moon slides overhead.

and in the desert artemis counts stars,

and finds new solace

in communal silence.

(the hymns of attendants fall

upon deaf ears, upon fields of

recycled and rebirthed flowers.

hums of the mortal spirit,

the girls artemis

couldn’t take with her).

leader of the pack, defiler of status and self

in the wake of ego death.

solemn arrow travels across the valley

neverending, arching

an unseen path.

~~~

sleepless artifice

tosses and turns, wears notches

into the beseeched earth.

how many scars until

skin just begins again?

father zeus still commands wicked sky, able breath of self

absolving the sands, turning a new day

dimples in the moon

a turn of hand against porous surface

in familiar light. the storm strikes

and she rises, draws out bones from

the scorched earthen barrier between

above and below.

the stars say wordlessly

to thrive.