Icarus

My sun,
Helios, Apollo,
Golden gods of the sun –
Fallen for you,
Wings of wax.
Melted, dripping
S   L   O   W   L   Y
  I   
    fly        
  to
           you,
                     I
               fall
 
 from 


you.
Water laps at my body,
An encompassment of salt,
A cold hand,
Keeping me from

your chariot


of






light.

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