(Athena speaks)

Maiden in love with Possibility,
Seducing from the Void, the Event,
Look, curiously virginal creature, look on me
On whom the void lies barren and frequent

Storms of small meaning pass and sadden; send
Some fate unique, locked in some bosom; make
Of nothingness a substance, Mother; lend
Me Thy archaic smile, the blind gaze of the bacchante,
                                                                   For my sake,
                                                                   Amen_.