Refuge From Athena
Athena looked into my eyes,
The frigidity of her heart
Softened. Athena panic’d
Within innocence of my
Eyes. I couldn’t help but
Crumble at her feet. Athena
Burst into tears. We held
Each other until the sun rose.
How do I again hate? For
Love is the pain of Yahweh.
I now ponder within thoughts of
Non-objectivity—Athena has
Slipped through my fingers.
God! Hast thou ever loved me?
I search for Athena: desperate
Eyed, Byzantine bewitched,
Afflicted from cloudberries,
Crawling through grottos
Of absurdity. I yin a hovel
Of refuge to rescue me of
My love of Athena. Is there
Such a refuge? Athena! Hold me.
Glenn Jr. Marchand
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