And another...
...just for its truth. After the jump.
The
Layers
I have walked through many
lives,
some of them my
own,
and I am not who I
was,
though some principle of
being
abides, from which I
struggle
not to
stray.
When I look
behind,
as I am compelled to
look
before I can gather
strength
to proceed on my
journey,
I see the milestones
dwindling
toward the
horizon
and the slow fires
trailing
from the abandoned
camp-sites,
over which scavenger
angels
wheel on heavy
wings.
Oh, I have made myself a
tribe
out of my true
affections,
and my tribe is
scattered!
How shall the heart be
reconciled
to its feast of
losses?
In a rising
wind
the manic dust of my
friends,
those who fell along the
way,
bitterly stings my
face.
Yet I turn, I
turn,
exulting
somewhat,
with my will intact to
go
wherever I need to
go,
and every stone on the
road
precious to
me.
In my darkest
night,
when the moon was
covered
and I roamed through
wreckage,
a nimbus-clouded
voice
directed
me:
"Live in the
layers,
not on the
litter."
Though I lack the
art
to decipher
it,
no doubt the next
chapter
in my book of
transformations
is already
written.
I am not done with my changes.
Posted: Wednesday - September 21, 2005 at 05:08 PM
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