.apollo

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Apollo, sleepcrawler, trawls the sky between day and night.
Behind him, the sun enters like a dreamer, shattered. Kite-
boned and obstinate, he soars toward time, dragging the raw
white eye of light, fixed inside beside the solar plexus.
Just another dead weight.

This, he knows, is important. There are few things you can learn
from a ball of burning gas and light eight minutes too late, but
from his aerial migrations he's made several notations on life.

One : to shoot stars, you must become bulletproof. Collect your
heirlooms in the hatch of the attic, patch the holes in your roof,
and learn to read braille by lunarlight.

Two : only one who fell was ever an angel. Try to fix fictitious
fractures by splint or flint, one crude paper wing at a time.
Repeat for any rip or tear you find in the fabric of the universe.

Three : he's not star-struck, he speaks only the truth. And he's just
realised that only the weak use their eyes – and that in these bones,
you can hear the horizons sing.

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Finally, another proper update! And yes, this series is still ongoing... :)

Apollo was the Roman god of music, healing (who taught man medicine), truth (he supposedly couldn't lie) and the god of light. It was believed that every day he harnessed the sun to his chariot and pulled it across the sky. He was often portrayed as an archer.

The line 'only the weak use their eyes' is a from a song by The Romanovs called King. It's one of my latest obsessions.
And the line 'in these bones, / you can hear the horizons sing.' is a reference to the words on The Millennium Centre in Cardiff, 'in these stones horizons sing'.


And, as always, I'm going to have to ask you to see this in its proper format here on my dA. There's probably some way of formatting on blogger that I'm just too lazy to figure out, but nevermind.

You can see the rest of this (now quite epic) series here or here.