) the ending;
Here we look at a lonely songbird
-it sings, solitary voice
weaving through leaves:
filtered by the warm
air between the leaves of the forest(
a foolish poorly wrought end
) the middle
(Here we discuss
-in our lonely academic tone-
the nature of love
and why would two pure reasons converge
in flesh so impure?)
waits on the beginning
where truth shines unfiltered
by a forest
by a mind
and is not caught on the lips
of Aphrodite (but spreads
from Athena's open hand) .
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