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Featured illustration by Harrison Steppe.
“Prometheus” by Jackson Williams
For my Love, I let it all burn
Every monument will become a pyre
And I make the gods scared to turn
Pandora will raise my woes’ urn
Watch as those ardent ashes float higher
For my Love, I let it all burn
They can sing counterfeit concern
I can’t hear over my arsonists’ choir
And I make the gods scared to turn
They want to feed me to the ernes
Heaven is the hope I want to retire
For my Love, I let it all burn
A lover’s court never adjourns
The verdict is guilty; I stole the fire
And I make the gods scared to turn
There are lessons the world will learn
For Agapē, I’m the flame supplier
For my Love, I let it all burn
And I make the gods scared to turn
Legacy of Apollo
Mortal man lures me by his lyre
And there I find my heart’s desire
He plays effortlessly and sweet
I wish to sweep him off his feet
Something seems to keep us apart
Only he cures my lonely heart
I’m making columns out of walls
But I can’t break through while I fall
My love grows strong; its planted roots
And when it reaches Elysium
But what’s the point of paradise
If I can’t walk the streets with him?
We’re alike, me and Hyacinth
We constructed too many gates
In our eternal labyrinths
Only he holds the guiding thread
Accessing all I’ve done and said
I’m Icarus; the sun is love
Selling my soul still isn’t enough
My loneliness is history
And my passion is set aflame
Destined to be a mystery
Nobody wants to know my name
I’m on a romantic plateau
A legacy of Apollo
Pomegranate Seeds
I lose interest so quickly and cannot be expected to stay in one place
I shift phases like the moon and sweep by like the wind
Running like I’m out of time
But you?
For you, I am the earth the mountains ground into
The spreading roots of a sequoia
A skeleton in its grave
If the world should die
I’d be sitting calmly in the midst of all ruin
Still patiently and loyally there
Swallowing pomegranate seeds
For you, I’d stay
