He said he would greet me

from the other side of sorrow and despair.* We read the Book of Love together and passed into the dust and stones of the wayside where the memory of love lingers like the green seasons, and we parted as life parts from death.

He told me to wait for the meaning of it all. I became Time herself, measuring events and connections, all thingsĀ  as one, until

the dust rose like flames and stones like men, and I fell

Mud through their fingers, they made of me a goddess and put me to sleep in the river.

Now I pace time with my passages, and hold the gates to the other side, that other side of (t)his.




[*The first line is an obvious reference to Leonard Cohen’s songs.]




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