Generous Aphrodite
Weaving webs about my feet
Pulling me along
Singing me her song
Never had I known defeat
Our love, I thought, was mighty
Dread and biting famine
Spread through tissues, joints, and bone
Taking all my grace
Drying on my face
Is seawater never shown
But the same I'm drowning in
I pray for her to rescue
To a god who's long forgotten
Do my cries come to his ears?
Can he feel my countless fears?
No, his message now is rotten
His servants gone askew
A treasure, though, I hold
As I struggle up this slope
Keep it by me all the while
Gives me strength enough to smile
Plentiful as the roaming Nile
The thing I hold is hope
May I stay so strangely bold
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