With Fingers Crossed

Her world has become suspiciously small,
mind walls are blocking margins of escape,
soon she’ll be discharged to fair Pania,*
and there perhaps elegant folderal
with a handsome man in landscape dreamscape 
of enchantment beneath Urania,**
(never again to know infernal sins).
Is she trapped in the web of Aranea?***
Perhaps; perhaps not, but with hope agape,
and fingers crossed, she plunges deeper in-
to pools of mania!


* Greek, derived from papias, meaning "crown" or "guard of the Imperial Palace". 
**goddess of love; counterpart of Greek Aphrodite 
***an orb-weaving spider

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