Athena Flees the Terrifying Walls of the Parthenon

"People have the right
to fly
And will
When it gets compromised."

~John Mayer, Wheel

A psychic sans memory,

(I can tell what's coming, but I don't know what happened)

(After)
taste of every

Moment gone by.

* * *

I'm strumming (madly) in
six
eight
time
To empty seats.
To an empty seat.

Like some glorious
idiot
I keep playing 'til
My Fingers Bleed
and My voice needs
A rest. Reaching that far into nothing
Puts me to sleep (that's all I can do).

Tomorrow I'll refrain
In the empty chorus
In a theatre I built
not to House,
but to Honour you.