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