Areia Athena

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I am, the anomaly —
arrested, high above the ionosphere
and beyond whatever he would have me be,

like a thought of evisceration, a damning
of his own mind’s eye
that only opens to see sin.

I weave, in valiance and parable
to soothe the mad kings of Hellene.
A gift, as it were, unlike the myths
wrought in war…