Oracle

I walked numb and drunk

to the oracle at Delphi

that I might inhale Pythia's smoke

and gaze into tomorrow

I met a priest

who drank the wine of wisdom

he told me to go home

but instead I stole his cup

and the gods have grown

bored with my possibilities

I can tell by the way my prayers are left

bleeding in the dust

over the entrance to the temple

an inscription reads

Know Thyself

I know my gods

I can smell them on my hands

I kneel at an altar made of rain

but i want to be Athena

babies in my oceanic belly

gods of war sucking at my breast

Oh, Oracle, do not leave me

alone with the vanishing smoke

ask of me something I can give

but the Oracle does not ask

it tells

and in this darkness where I stumble

I discover

I do not know the question I want to ask