O Muse, you have lost your humanity

O Muse, you have lost your humanity
And have become but pure inspiration.
A toast, with ambrosia, Divinity
To your new apothetical station.
Hasten to inform your slithering friends
No more do they need mock me for your sake,
My strange presumptions meet their final ends,
And broken hearts at last will cease to ache.
I see your graven image here and there:
Like all deities you deign not to speak,
But inspire worship with your stone stare,
And mysteries the never-finding seek.
Apollo's faithful did not worship Sun
With more devotion than your cult of one.

I had to invent a new word for this one - "apothetical" which sounds like "hypothetical" but comes from the word "apotheosis" which means the transformation into a deity - more here - I needed it to be an adjective.