How Could I Choose Any Other Roman Deity?

Choosing this is a lot like trying to land on Jupiter:

I know that the atmosphere will crush, shred,

And burn me all at the same time

(And even if it didn’t, there isn’t anywhere for me to actually fucking land)

But it is so beautiful and strange and alluring

That I keep trying to fly close,

Flirting with the storm clouds as if I think that

Somehow

I will find a way through them