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[wasellajam]

Hey, milo, I've been passing on commenting because with every read I feel like I'm missing something among the gods and angels. I do have some things I'd like to say but you can expect my notes to be missing the unspoken past of the characters. The digs I've done didn't help me fully put the poem together, probably my own block of absorbing myths so I'm left with what's on the page.

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Jove grows restless now
and wanders through the garden
taking peace in all that he has made
Restless vs peace tells me he's admiring a finished project but ready for the next. His name could be Steve and I'd be okay with this opening but the language of "in all that he has made" brings me to a religious creator.

as beetles dig beneath the ground
to find his face
in every outstretched eye of every tuber
I love these lines, I picture a dense and supportive underground network, there only due to the gardener/creator. I enjoy "outstretched eye" making sense.

and all along the path the leaves of figs
and dragon-fruit call out his name
in whispers caught by elephant ears
So I can see he has orchestrated the fall from innocence but it doesn't grab me.

but what was it that Michael said
when asked by Jove, Tell me a tale
and Michael told a tale of Gods:
I am missing why this is posed as a question.

A tale of Nymphs, frolicking at play,
and Titans - mighty in their strength,
of climbing Gods and falling Gods

and how they glowed in triumph
of how they reveled in the fray
and in the end of how they failed.

Jove was captured with delight
so he declared, I will be one of those
and you will disobey and quake with fear
I am missing why Jove is delighted to emulate those before him who failed. I don't get Michael quaking in fear if he willfully disobeyed but that's probably something I missed.

and Michael sheepishly agreed
to call him God but after all
the elbow cannot disobey the ear
elbow/ear throws me off every time, can't get it.

so Jove forgave and placed him
back upon the shelf
and hid his form behind the morning star

leaving him to wander by himself.
And somehow Jove has come upon the clay -
and here is man demanding to be made.
I find the end satisfying, Jove putting the blame on man from the start.

So I hope my notes work to save some things that work for me and you can disregard the rest.