 #1 (permalink) Sat Oct 17, 2009 13:05 pm Even Muses Have A Curfew |
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Even Muses Have A Curfew
Here I am.
Exceptionally firm,
My muse stays undead as long as I live,
Scratching wildly, beating madly,
The lid of my mind's eye
Until it blinks to flood tears of
_____radiant images across its lens.
She's a charmer
And a fully hypothetical,
Controversial beast
Who is, without a doubt,
Never uninvited
For only she can seize a fact's importance,
Can take one's inner self absolutely
Anywhere.
So here I am,
Upon a moss-teased stone
In Idyll's arms above her liquid heart,
Where all my worries hang cocooned
Over the wrecked, soft earth,
Which is kept from the light by these
_____taunting woods as if it were a secret.
I find comfort,
Away from the much too vividly
Cruel reality
With its cobbled pavement,
While I reveal myself
To the multi-faced impulse of illusion
That erupts erotically within me
Somewhere.
And here I am:
A cloud that has risen
As haze from the lagoon which is my sense
Like a soul out of the mouth of
A death-ridden corpus
Most sanctified in its decay;
_____its plain, enigmatic transformation.
The moss below
Creeps up attentively between my
Milk-white, unclosed legs,
Crossing a realm of veins
Neatly packed in still flesh:
A mountain resembling pewter in the shade,
I'm my own angel; wingless insects crawl
Everywhere.
Yet, here I am,
Acting out her quaintness,
Though it had never been rehearsed before,
Nor will this be performed again,
But end at any moment,
After all, even muses have
_____a curfew to which they have to submit.
Bound to the clock
Adorning mind's belfry, she prevails
Throughout the era
Of her prominence; then,
Reaching its pinnacle
Within a void that glides far beyond wisdom,
My dream reverts, adjusts, flies on toward
Nowhere.
© 2000, Claudia Lingstädt-Kukulka
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