On the Interestingness of Myths

Let me get lost on a good thought- This beast of beauty, smirking from under The kind skin, at your tallness Never fits the exciting ugliness of the barefoot love Walking the inner softness of your shoes. Therefore, I wonder- At the days I gave and never gained And the wavy water dripping down The fleshy hills of tomorrow. I do owe a few hours to a time wizard As I keep stealing minutes from its yarn To fill some large pockets of mine. And then I clothe the skins of all gods High or small, short or average, Because I am still looking into my own eaten liver And then, to the hollow of a kingdom I came to build Up and down, in and out, far and beyond- Looking, yet neither back nor forward.