Cosmic warrior duty: I and the world stand astride, armed for each other with quivers of arrows. The battle begins; I'm hit in the heart, between the ribs, in the heel, in the gut - eyes, ears, nose, tongue - feathers and shafts protruding from my parts. It's a stimulation, an agitation - I'm moved to action. I reach into my quiver and unload, piercing the world: the hearts and parts of those I love, those I don't know I love. I expend myself, every arrow I've got. I end up shot through - spent, transluscent - a halo surrounding.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Orion, Chimes in Brooklyn
Cosmic warrior duty: I and the world stand astride, armed for each other with quivers of arrows. The battle begins; I'm hit in the heart, between the ribs, in the heel, in the gut - eyes, ears, nose, tongue - feathers and shafts protruding from my parts. It's a stimulation, an agitation - I'm moved to action. I reach into my quiver and unload, piercing the world: the hearts and parts of those I love, those I don't know I love. I expend myself, every arrow I've got. I end up shot through - spent, transluscent - a halo surrounding.
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