Olympus

the local sky seemed to be mocking

my every step, distant gazing; longing

scenes in clouds with an orchestra playing

on chaises, draped silk and bodies lounging

of deities, their duties to the world, forgetting

though i walk here, below, all chaotic; polluting

hungry for mercy as denied any blessing

for far festivities and wine and dancing

this treading soul having no partaking

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