Apollo

And I grew under Apollo’s sun

minutes of expressiveness

alone in brightness

stunning reign of sun

          and before I opened my eyes

          I was accompanied

by the law of failure

born blind, tearless and

accused of heresy    

         a revolution in its making

         even before I could utter

         a groan or a begging cry

I gathered all my strength

to pick a date with death

         hours before I appeared

in my mother’s arms

newborn festivity

error permitted, once and forever

         two legs just to walk

         a heart as if

         to feel emotion

         and other human traces

of grandeur