We will summon our familiar and the spirits attired in vacillations: darkness or heart, genesis or revelation. We dance accompanied by doubt and our syncopated self-loathing. It's basic, two beats. We have quick toes, so they say.
Our fear illuminates us, light clumsily interrupted again and again. Imagine my forgetful hands, the masturbatory clay. We are drinking sand. Projected on a parched bed, our intercourse is an oasis; trepidation navigates a caress. Reaching for my gnostic love, you heal the occult lust . We each come (again).
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In truth, I lie, still in quiet repose. Slumbering, cloistered within citadels of sheer grey primordial stone. Dreamy, potent head waters tumbling forth from beneath mantles of ancient fracturing blue ice.
Hidden, I secretly stroke my silver mane, long and braided and soft to the touch. Tumbling down, my strength diminishes. A crowning testimony of bygone
times.
Unseen, shrouded, I distantly muse upon you once more. Pulsing echoes of heart reverberating outward through the darkness. Remember the forgotten.
The earth suddenly quakes with a jolt. More felt than heard. Familiar ripples of awareness connect us again. Do you remember the long time ago?
Silently, knowingly, passively, I greet my only usual visitors with a veiled smile. The vaporous swirling clouds and the ever circling birds of prey.
Their proud beating wings and deadly gripping talons never letting go.
I anticipate the uncountable wet sprinkles and spitting snow hitting my temporal skin from on high. Random they come, yet they are somehow complete in their saturation. Minions, legions of perfect droplets and unique crystalline flakes cast down low, low down upon me. Transitory messengers.
I am soaking wet in my cold purgatory, still, alone.
My ethereal visitors sojourn but momentarily, and then soar away, again and again. Off they go. Just passing me by with no lingering regrets. It is
their nature, after all.
Unheard to most, their feint cries. You are not so. Convulsive familiar summonings, I wake to sense you have also come (again). And again, I have
touched you somehow, quick toes.
Will you whisper your truth to me? Or thunder a proclamation with lightening bolts for all to see and hear? I await your verdict.
Solo, I imagine; your capricious cloudburst discharges a rain of life on me, in me, all around me. Is escape an option from this wanton deluge?
Is this the algorhythm of my life? Our lives? Life itself?
I witness; an expanse of dark depths far below. Your feet still dance upon the myriad waves that endlessly crest, ebb and flow across the ocean surface.
It is a mirror of sorts.
I see; through the fluid looking glass upwards by casting my sights down low. I interject myself into the vast sky above me. Penetrating, diving to soar.
I am luminous Aurora now; dancing, weaving, bobbing, thrusting across the sky. Am I now captured by the viewer. Is it really possible? Is it really so?
What do you see? Nestled between the unfathomable depths, juxtaposed against the celestial heights. As above, so below.
I remember now more. Verdant was my garland, though now tattered, yellowing and worn. Spirited winds constantly tugged, pushed and pulled me.
Fearfully losing little pieces here and there, taken, ripped and torn. Alterations in time, unmended with empty spaces sewn along the way.
How far have the pieces fallen, scattered, the Leaves of freedom blown. Fodder on the ground for tomorrow. Grass unceremoniously buried beyond the unplowed snow.
Underneath it all, our tears and living waters await the thawing cascade. Interlacing capillaries becoming clear rivulets, gathering torrents unrestrained. Heavy stones effortlessly rearranged, gilded nuggets exposed and black sands washed clean in frothing streambeds.
Come down to me now as the pure white sand deposited on a welcoming shore. Mingled footsteps on the beach evidence our trepiditious caressing touches.
We embrace, remember now?
Drink at my oasis deeply. Slowly savor my gift brother. Sign your mysterious words to me.
Revulsion or genius. My pen is in your hand firmly once more. Navigate carefully with your appendages, your quick tongue, fingers and toes.
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