Musagetes
Musing with the chimeras
Of my mental chaos
When the ideology of a mask
Silencing Apollo’s errant banter
Slips between the thighs
Of Polyhymnia
As to suggest the power
Of gesture
Could be as suggestive
If in gesture
As a portrayal of my stance
Collapsing upon the conscience
Under the weight of totality
Semblance to fingertips
Once influential
Amongst ivory keys
Dreams their pantomime
In play
If only to avoid becoming
A spoken aftermath
Of an ideologue’s
Inevitable reality
Who is left in question
Apollo,
Could my attempt to gain ground
On broken blades of grass
Amend
If having my disposition
Been considered not?
Or am I too
Merely Mused
As rhetorical?
Or am I too
Merely Mused
As rhetorical?
'The day in his hotness
The strife with the palm
The night in her silence
The stars in their calm.'
Matthew Arnold
(Apollo Musagetes)
