31 January 2013
Bore into me the strength You promised to give So I could remain alive To love you till I passed.
_The river eddies jig, the bridge trips a stony waltz, Motion and steadfastness are indices Of force, harmony in antagonism. Bridge or water, keep time to the music of your will.
Idle feet to walk the surf, Do not find the hesitation in the rhythm As I had once adorned upon your path, But dance along as if your last.
_Pedantic surf, scraping common time legato, Non con brio, the skittering sand, scampering away from my toes, As iron dust before its magnetic god, that sand deifies My motion more than your lunar despot ever could.
Does one understand the nostalgia I was writhe in? Or the consecrated mess I endulged my innocence To find, to create a wall the Lamb could not? Childish games and demeanor, I beg you beseech me.
(Collaboration with _VennelaMargame of Writerscafe.org)
My Will. (C.2) • Opuss № I