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- Athena
- Possibly the furthest thing from those
- tired metaphors which arose
- from Poseidon’s realm like a glistening cliché.
- Wrought from grey matter rather than sea foam,
- her heart was steel, her eyes were stone.
- Her mind a machine beyond even Daedalus.
- She was my future’s architect:
- thought-afterthought, cause and effect
- our love was the obvious solution.
- Loving her was common sense.
- And were I but just half as dense
- Perhaps I would have fit into her blueprints.
- She wove together all my dreams,
- and mended me at all my seams.
- Had I an oracle’s prophecy,
- Or Eros’ arrows lent to me,
- Or slain a beast to show my love,
- Or golden apples from above,
- Or an aiding Aegis to raise
- to fend off her petrifying gaze,
- Or divine answer to my pleas
- it would have turned out differently.
- Alas this is not Ancient Greece
- So perhaps I’ll make my peace.
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