Minerva's owl flew long ago,
and we were left behind on
the strand when the ships raised
black sails and back to Athens sailed;
there is no glad divine retinue
to gather us from this final shore,
for all the gods are as dead
as the monster in the labyrinth.
12.02.2023
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