Penelope, Chapter 1.

I’ll await in agitation, slightest patience for my chance.
To step and watch, every minute in locus.
Spiral grievous resolutions.
I have traveled long and wide on the hills of
When and when to step and where
Lightly and hardly
I would I might should I
Become her at last.

So at peace and kind enough to believe in her place.
Stopped and still at ease.

When she steps she does so delicately,
And where she steps
The grass does grow in the shape of her exquisite footsteps.

The snap.
The familiar hated, hated snap.
The decision in sleep to let my thoughts collect then fade
Unable to take root.
This is the song of the ghost.
“I will remember you
Because lyrically I place you Forgotten by morning.”

When the wind picks up the song begins,
In leaves and swelling trees.

The living ends bound in lotus.
The sleepy surrender to let them slip past.

Minnae, Chapter 4.

I walk with the phantoms.
At times they rage
Sometimes they fade.
Some must watch while some are singing.

And we who have inherited the world,
Shall have none of it.

So then I’ll strap myself in and let it go -
Let it go
Flying into the storm high enough to find the field above.
And leave the chaos beneath me.
I’m not afraid,
Not really but the cold causes me to shiver
And they follow me whether I see them or not.

I am exhilarated,
What else do I need but words to drift along
Alone Hysteria can sing the moment
More ideas, more fears.
More ways to creatively let my life out like droplets
Released calmly on a path
To show which way not to go, which way to follow,
Where to lift off, where to bury oneself.

Dancing without much to say but a life to demonstrate.

Darwin, Chapter 1.

She walks across the roof after thirty months of rain,
The Lust it rises damp and quickly.
They breathe into their lungs.
They leave their wives at home...

I wish I might explain the enormity of image,
Merrily a magnification.
Disappointment’s watchful eyes
Trade pedestal - smashed underfoot,
The fear of breaking from the little box.
Trapped in my own Illuminated corner.

Magic appears from behind the curtain
The Enchanted mirror:
Scenes from childhood teach humanity to idols unaccepted else.
Death and death in purgatory.
Hell hath the fury of every little resented Reflection.
Like the diamond that cuts the light,
The rest of Persona must remain elusive.

Ticia, Chapter 6.

I am Warrior!
I send my distinct connection to the floodgates!

I am freed and seek thy freedom!
Wet with desire where deserts flowed as sea beds,
We were all once of water -
Rounded tumuli - bridestones,
Layers of ages now flood
The Sun's chosen age gone to the caverns.

I am Warrior and awakened at last!
Like a child to light.

My parts at last seek their destinies:
A desert weed forever knows its way to the ocean's bed -
Bending to the current at last
Opening its pores to Secrets -
The secrets of Woman chopped off at the neck.
Open the floodgates!
I am awakened like a bird to its drying wings.
To each feather the taste of air -
Take flight!
The eyes dilate in the taste of freedom.
The air flowing like at electricity -
I am at last ablaze!
Here I am!
Here I am!

The taste of me alone profound.
Resurrected.