Hestia circles an idea: I will be better if I
am better read if my Soul is improved If little
house, perfectly kept, live off nothing, I never
work I work, all day like a nun or a devotional in new
holy cycle, sun to dust, no shifts no kept
hours.
he says, I did not know you felt
like this
she says must I tear open my chest to show
you all my desires
the last pavilion 