Mythic Child

Oh Mythic Child who, Athena-like

Sprang full-formed

From fractured mind

Without wisdom or battle plan

And as for hope,

She has none,

Gives none,

Is none

She is alone.

Oh Mythic One

Nurtured and starved by my will

Slinking and shrinking

And never sleeping,

Last and lost, where do you hide?

Around, about, and by,

But never here.

My Mythic Child,

Why turn your stormy gaze away,

But send your floods to drown me?

Your tow rope shudders

As fracture give way to gallows

I am afraid.