Delphi
"Delphi"
Held in the palm of Zeus
there transforms Her solitary Self
in The Seat of Pythia
delivering prophecies
filled by the spirit of
Enthusiasmos
Oracle of Delphi
speaking gibberish
with the lesser priests
conjuring the Poiesis
into enigmatic hexameters
poetic and dactylic
by way of Lux
towards a place
that doesn’t rot
In the Symposium
where Plato dwells
there she commands
the soul of Diotima
the one
who is honoured
by Zeus;
there she places
her mind
as an offering
in the palm of his hand
she disrobes and unveils
the origin of who she is
a mystery, a small thought
in the book that is a life
large and emerging, to be read,
Her novel ideology
She offers truth as the origin
in her concept of what Love is not
and what she believes
through truth,
Love
IS
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
I(H)S
IS
"I was completely alone in the darkness."
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