I want to sift through the ruins
of Greece
I want to stand on the edge of the world
where the Ocean spit out the fleet
That would capture the blood and spit of
timeless horror
I want to uncover the secrets of the gods
who were never really gods
But who were Greeks just like the rest of us
My ears molt and fall to the sandy bank
Where I left my heart
though I had never set foot
there
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