And as we all well know, it's only Hera's
touch that we can count upon to quash our terrors
when we think of all the awful careless errors
.
all too frequently committed in the name of Zeus
when, after far too much ambrosia, he'd be on the loose -
applying tasteless changes to the graceful spruce,
.
spreading as if virally to every other fir tree. The nugatory
waste of Zeus insensibly marauding into every category
of the living plants! -- particularly that of Morning Glory
.
which in Hera's hands inevitably realized the true divine,
especially in lavender or violet or purple-blue, the fine
revealing sensibilities of which are infinitely out of line
.
with Zeus's bad-boy tactical attack: to cast a ghastly spell
which could oppose the foolish acts of Hera, and dispel
all mortal hope: his Morning Glories looked like hell.
.
So how his rages must have burst
when he again discovered the accursed
finality of the reality that Hera got here first.
.
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