January 13th, 2019

Icarus touched the sky and dreamed of living there
He bound the sun in rocket-wings with feathers burning air

Icarus tasted space and sanctioned a station high
Within her swing tried hiding from the ancient mother’s eye

Left the calling hunger sung chronically for Love
Forever falling hung geosyncronally above

With borrowed breaths he burrowed to new abyssal deeps
Scraped sand from tranquility’s shores and took it home to keep

Then stars of far-flung cities indicted his apostasy
Bid him back to ground with the loving arm of gravity —
What once bound him held now his hound of hell
It was not the sun that killed him but his plunge into the sea