By Ali
Date: 2007 Feb 11
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[[2007.02.11.13.29.31312]]

bound by nothing

My own myths
eradicate themselves,
a violent exposition
of a pale shade of regret;
this single epiphany
stalked my last resistance down,
and I find
that I am my own ghost, a shifting
detail in the darkness, the silhouette
of an escaping soul.

But you hide
more than I do, cleverly
in each revision of your truth, in every
slight, and slighted, accusation--
I exist, even against
my better judgement.  You seek
the stature of Justice,
while wearing The Hanged Man's smile:
what do you know
of forgiveness?

I wonder, now,
which incarnation will hold you,
which shadow will reconstruct
your face, your voice,
and re-imagine every line I ever questioned.
Yours was a spark of divinity,
an elusive play of truth
and art, bound by nothing
as honest as a well-intentioned lie.

Unaware
of time--I still look
toward the true north, toward
the indeterminable tangle
of memories and heart-written
fabrications; against all
realistic implications,
I still wonder--
what was I, to you?