god of bright lights

pxlytrxpus:

hermes,
the city is alive around me
i feel your pulse in the updraft, your whisper in the static mumbling of strangers
glad hearted messenger, this city is yours

agoraeus, your touch makes every store a sanctuary,
a haven of coin and possibilities
weaving new stories with every potential transaction
aided by a stroke of luck and your nimble fingers

do you sing with apollo on the street corners?
do you wait with hestia at the train stations?
do you favor the pick pockets, the swindlers and the street magicians?
do you bless the children of your streets with a kind word and a gold coin?

swift son of maia, do you race along the electronical livewire?
we lift our phones in salute of your rapid fire thought
information flowing like water
we drink through our eyes
parched for divinity we didnt know we were yearning for

busy one, you rule over the metropolis lights that never go out
hermes, all bus routes lead to you