An Ode To Psyche

i solicit Eros' arrow
to relieve me of this pain
i need nourishment from her marrow .

i wish to swim in her mane
and have her golden locks offer me zeal.
i solicit Psyche's beauty to remove the hard rain.

so our journey may be an extraordinary one
so our trek will take us to new summits
so our escape will have no victims.

Zeus, aid me , arrange a deal,
i cannot bear this silence;
Psyche is the only meal

that i need to sustain me in my hour of convalescence
Oh, Persephone! i need your voodoo
to render her conscious of my existence.

so our journey may be an extraordinary one...
so our trek will take us to new summits...
so our escape will have no victims...

Psyche release me from my mind's tattoo
of you; It is Darkness that tolls for me.
Hermes, i request that you engage in a rescue

of my soul; where are those winged caps to free me?
I need Pan's magical rustic voodoo music
to liberate my spirit, body and mind for me.

so our journey cannot endure...
so our trek will only spiral towards Hades...
so Psyche beckons for refuge amid the moor.

i venture alone in Pan's rustic
Forests; i search for the water nymph of Arcadia;
she must play that melody, it is analgesic

and it will release me from the suburbia
that enslaves me, and its one-dimensional
philosophy and kitsch; i thought Psyche could offer me love amidst
these concrete highways.

Yet it is the Namib desert that must proffer me a reprieve from this pain...
i await its melody...
i await its sand dunes...

Hermes delivers a knell over the Karun :

"Your journey cannot endure;
Your trek will only spiral towards the dry toxic river beds;
Psyche will not solicit your name.

She will not be able to salvage Western civilization;
Psyche cannot change the masses of troglodytes ;
She cannot inspire the Western political eunuchs ."

i venture alone in Pan's rustic
Forests; i search for Syrinx
and her precious hollow reed

The flute must offer me solace amid this mead,
i cannot continue without her reed,
it must offer me a metaphysical seed.