I realize it now,
that a few
days have passed
and my head
is no longer
affected by spirits
and illusions of
grandeur
and self-importance
that I may have
been too hard on you
the other day…
Light of the half-moon casting shadows;
Stars as far as the eye can see.
Does the fantasy
That resides
Inside your head,
Keep you from having
To face the dread
Of an empty existence?
The child without an anchor
Flies free into the face
Of a brick wall.
We tore at the tether
because we wished to free.
Athena speaks in mixed
Messages and metaphors.