Pocketknife picking at the sideways
8. Though mine is not. So. So, the
blood pricks vertically, that is up
and down, running the length like
tears from a hollow blue eye.
Apollo never fails me. In his
musical aspect at least. As the
god of fortune, of prophecy. Not
so much. No, not so much at all.
But in this, in this, this music.
Yes, oh, yes, godlike, he is. For
how could I have continued, one