"AELINDROME IN π
And she,
Apollo’s toy muse,
scents a wake for Ceres.
Here, Athena meditates
to find callous stars,
but ends piercing none.
Coercing no spin,
duteous stars bind—
call it a test of the named.
Here, Ares’ forces
awaken toy muses—
cellos to heap sand."
--@Anthony_Etherin
"The cold pareidolia of bathroom tiles in the heat of fever. Swirls that become phantom, become bane augury." --@cultauthor
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