The Sun’s Setting

Hello, Helios.
It's you blue today.
Today is your azul.

Your sentence constructions
dither unreconstructed
under your own eaves.

Leave, then.
Dusk us.
Murk our mouths 
with your grains 
of other worlds' light.

Oh original god.
Do not deliver us
by flight or contract 
or hours or eons

to the universal dissolution
that will find even you
given time and grime 

no matter how rhymed
your memory sticks in mind.