Where A = ∞
Artemis runs in a zig-zag. Loop, flicker. Sweat/rain exchange through porous membrane. Above the treeline, under sheet lightning. Goddess of the post-apocalypse. Of forage and borage and the return of the wetlands. She shuns the urban but is no farmwife in gingham. Don’t ask her on a date. She’s Potnia Theron, Lady of Wild Things; Calliste, Bear-Beautiful. She wins the hunger games because she, hunter, is honed of hunger. Her twin brother, Apollo, is the deity of music and mathematics, of logic and the bright light of day. She is the moon, the crossroads, the limen, the gate out of the city, eileithiya the loosener, the wind-wise line of the arrow. Ask her for a poem. She - lets fly - runs and runs.
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