Chapter Text
“Popee, come down!”
Blurry, bright sky, birdsong and bouncing.
Birdsong and laughter. Fell down here after.
Rise from beneath, born of benevolent beings.
Beast within me, black and bleeding.
Bending images of family into bigger beasts of Leto.
Let in to undo. To untrust and hurt you.
Fortified in Lyceus, how could I stop you?
Until then I haunt you, I hate you, I watch you.
Hyperborean hyperbole,
The extremes he could not reach,
The lessons he can’t teach,
The words he won’t dare speak.
The rain drowns and binds you,
To sand dunes and blue moons,
Who shine from behind,
Alight your silhouette, yet hide you.
So blinded in my view,
I reach out and grab you,
You hold me and now you
Are laughing, I found you.
Fetch me from the river, and bring me, deliver,
my soul to the shore of the earth he adored.
Lie down by my side as I sing of before.
Roll over and lie ‘till your words become sore.
Sit boy,
Good boy,
Now speak, you’re unsure.
Regardless, you stay
And you tether me down,
So I don’t fall up to the cold, hard ground.
Pitiful hound.
What are you to a clown?
“Phaethon, come down!”
I would much rather drown.