A raven on the head
A fire in her eyes.
She's my mind's monad
My goddess, my paradise.
Dark tides engulf machines
Of ancient wiser times.
Black bowed triremes
Ride them in cascading lines.
A statue come alive.
A Minerva's intellect.
How can I but strive
To be her lone prophet?
1d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 8:05 PM UTC
A raven on the head
A fire in her eyes.
She's my mind's monad
My goddess, my paradise.
Dark tides engulf machines
Of ancient wiser times.
Black bowed triremes
Ride them in cascading lines.
A statue come alive.
A Minerva's intellect.
How can I but strive
To be her lone prophet?
