Artemis Joins

The moon again deceives:
Her brilliant rock is but the flush of leaves
& they’ll crumble upon winter’s breath:
A year is spun into its death.
Though difficult to not mourn an ash,
I know all things are slowly-burning out
Inside these costumes, we are flames,
Soon extinguished passions, arid names:
I must remind myself, the sphere:
Behind the portico we see is a clear
Succession, involuntary:
To render speechless and renew.

Why I turn and face such truth:
This condensed outburst mustn’t lose
All muses to a daydream: though,
It may be my fate that a fae theme
Shadows my crawl across the earth:
That my mirth is cloaked in the dearth
Of an edifice as free as mind:
Paradoxically, desire cannot find
An exit in which to pour its tears:
I am left in the chill of a rainfall’s fears:
That a weep is all it will known to be:
It cannot change that outwardly.

Is it every lifetime that a trick
Haunts my body’s every brick?
Aphrodite: sure I distort my limbs,
You know I fold in ways that give
Me prominence for such thought:
To imitate you in a labyrinth wrought
Of your own incomprehension:
& little do you mention
In all the gifts you bestow unto me
The price of your equality:
I cast my love upon the silhouettes
Of treasures that exist privately to myth.