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By Ali Date: 2007 Jun 13 Comment on this Work [[2007.06.13.09.47.4198]] |
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The moment stirs in your redemption, the figure I offer, the too much I tempt you with— it’s a wrecking ball, a prophecy, another of Cassandra’s dreams, my undoing in the space between your body and mine, after all, after everything, even after this. My anger hardens in a reflection of Medusa’s smile, only to crack at the tremor in your Odysseus-voice, against the lightening Dido knew so well, despite the lies that I could see through, those vagrant, vagabond ghosts, all the reasons I never had, all the pretenses I tried to shed, all the excuses I would fashion from all the colors, a tapestry in the hands of the Lady of Shallot. Suddenly, I am again yours— something I never was, and these quick-twisting restraints of fate loosen and light themselves without a burn, an illumination of my all-too-worthy heart. In the overgrown truth of this, forgiven all the lies I told myself, the steadfast myths I created in your absence, too much I am in these moments, and I know that my grand gesture should be yours, this warning, this Tiresias smile, but I can’t help myself from believing in the you I thought I knew— and if you ask me, I will split the seasons with my Persephone smile. |