Apolling Ruins // Christian at a Pagan Shrine

You didn't see Apollo when he first appeared
Pulling his chariot through a break in the grey ringing
Instead you looked for a rainbow, a sign,
a postflood promise from a God of mine
- forgetting who once drew the sun -
The old world for a brief moment won
His toppled temple still guarding a still flowing spring
Neighbouring abandoned Church guards the still temple, weird

New becomes old as old is seen anew
Excavated ecclesia couldn’t clear the inkling
Which sprung as words from your mouth
- You still hope they weren’t an oath -
While shivering at the peace,
'elemental being, you are not dead'
Which elements? On music, maths, poesis
Just a bunch rocks you tread
On No gods before me so you made sure to cross yourself before knowledging
The still pool’s geometry to the steady flip to flowing florescently for a few

Two ruins twin doings
whose new forcefield
the former's faithful held.

Legions of religions lapse

Weldings of buildings collapse

Ill doings, good truings relapse

But as the sun warms
The raging skywater,
The autumn leaves pitter pattern:

The sun wills
The spring still;
The world winks
At an upturned past.