Phoebus Burns
And I’ll give you my word, I will tell you all that I know.
Without a vision the people perish,
The fuse is lit, all that’s left is to wait.
I can sense the anticipation,
Victory never tasted so sweet.
Illuminate with your closing eyes,
This figurine waves a grateful goodbye.
Like a moth consumed by the candle,
If you look hard enough you will find it.
All’s Told. Let Go. Spell it. Clearly.
Phoebus burns, so effusively.
This is going to make your blood thicken,
Your heart pumps lava and the arteries whine.
The clarity of borrowed lenses,
Swing for a moment but then it offends.
The sweet inertia, if only, if only.
You never could quite let yourself go,
“Don’t be long”, “But the process is slow”