A - re - TAY is dead;
An Aristotelian
Sympathetic mind.
For the grace of Zeus
There go I, judging blindly,
Without second thought.
No pity, no thanks.
And no quiet gratitude
For a better fate.
Weight, beauty or smarts,
Missing, destroyed or squelched
Shake my inner mind.
Arete’s distance,
For mere effort, there go I;
Pride, luck, hand in hand.
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