{"id":5851,"date":"2017-04-13T20:18:38","date_gmt":"2017-04-13T20:18:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/?p=5851"},"modified":"2017-04-13T20:26:47","modified_gmt":"2017-04-13T20:26:47","slug":"jumana-a-prose-narrative-poem-by-allison-grayhurst","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/jumana-a-prose-narrative-poem-by-allison-grayhurst\/","title":{"rendered":"Jumana. A Prose Narrative Poem by Allison Grayhurst (Parts 1 to 11)"},"content":{"rendered":"<style type=\"text\/css\">\n\t<!-- @page { margin: 2cm } P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } --><br \/>\t<\/style>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\"><b><br \/>\n<\/b><\/span><\/span><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">Jumana<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">Part 1<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><a name=\"_GoBack\"><\/a> <span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">Those crazy days waking up to suicides and promises of camping trips. I needed to feel some warmth in all those corners of metal and skin, but I was not ready. So I waited. Crouching against the morning\u2019s first light, I waited.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">Great surges of compassion always left me feeling inadequate, that\u2019s why I avoided them. I could never really distinguish the difference between love and interference. So I waited, looking for words, left with nothing but the wait.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">For a long time now my life has burned under the rule of imagination. I crumbled in that harsh reality, unable to bear its demand. Imagination! I cried &#8211; Where am I to follow you? Over the hills, burying my face in a bundle of daffodils? No, I could not. So I leaned backward to balance the weight of the shadow. I knew imagination was not strong enough to feel the ecstasy of love\u2019s touch. The pierce of blindness lifted (so many times). Again, it was the inadequacy that remained with me every waking hour.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">Then one day, came a wonderful thing. Love. At first there was such a rarity in its touch. But after a while I understood it had always been there, it just needed a focus to make itself apparent. At first, I didn\u2019t believe, so I tried for a weapon in hope of seeing a sharpness behind its hypnotic glare. But nothing came. Only silence, and a rhythm, resting far beneath.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">So I hid, trying to conceal the wars that were bottled up and contained deep within. Then just like that, amidst my confusion, love called to me . . . It\u2019s not what you have, but how you receive it! And I saw.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">There, my live was (rich in the deepest of senses) and still I stood with turned eyes. I pushed everything aside to be but one thing, to be confusion. But when he came into my life, the dull hysteria simply vanished. I relaxed. There was no more ugliness hovering over my eyes, slowly peeling them blind. I felt a crackle of horror, then it was gone. The tremble ceased. In that moment with full force, came freedom.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">Like a slap on the ocean\u2019s ground, it came, rippling a great tide. The twisted face of misery lost its value. It was a miracle . . . to actually be plagued by nothing. There was no struggle, only sight. Only love. The seams of existence cracked, and along with them, the skeleton\u2019s life I held and named from vast experience. I was alone, without potential, without hesitation. The panic of the heart, the scream of inner deficiency, all of that, past.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">How can I explain? It was the last solution. There was nothing else. It was the breakdown. So I said my testimony: How I attempted for life with a series of convulsing shocks. How I sought stimulation more than anything else. I admitted it all. It was then I knew &#8211; insanity would never set me on fire, no matter how hot it burnt. It just went on burning, stuck between the lips, waiting.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">I suppose I have always been the lucky one. My strength never lay in endurance, but in change. Yes, I have been lucky.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">I scrambled to the surface, touching the fine exterior. He brought me that, the touch. I let a tear escape. There was no whimper, only that solitary tear. It was the last solution. It was the breakdown.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">He sang. Sensing me inside my most secret attempt to care, he sang. Over and over, singing. Leaving only a soft lullaby, there, tenderly to guide my way.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">***<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">Part 2<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">All my life I have known, anything I ever touched I would have to desert. Now the moon, nothing but a fluff of glimmering haze, teases me. Though the stars are hidden behind clouds, I know the sky has watchers. Don\u2019t they know? An artist never seeks to love or be loved, an artist only seeks to<\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\"><b>\u00a0<\/b><\/span><em><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\"><b>fall<\/b><\/span><\/em><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\"><b>\u00a0<\/b><\/span><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">in love.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">They always told me to be careful of the small things that enter if the mind is allowed its own movement. But it has never been that way with me. It was always God that snuck upon me when I wanted to be frivolous, or in the very least, personal. Now there is only pain throttling inside my mind: The fire of the solitary pulse. Immortality is just a stain, and the belief in it, just vanity. Humble me. Humble me enough so I can learn.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">Will I stand forever; without fear, just the wind making sparks where it shouldn\u2019t? Now there is only space. I am thrown to nothing with nothing in hand. I am infested with the hollow. How wickedly it scratches further in. All the time, further in. And this is the paradox: As I widen, the possibilities of who I might be, narrow.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">I never cared much for all the things the world is made of. I am bigger than this, was my shout &#8211; I am bigger, and I refuse to participate. They forced me to feel all these things then told me to write them down. As if, only then, I have really felt them. My validity to this existence? My blackboard?<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">The sky belches forth its loudest cry, screaming in its torment the Ache. Even the expression of intensity must change. Even intensity can get boring &#8211; like an indulgence.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">I am called out to face the paradox: I am not a writer. I am not a lover. I am not a kind one. I am none of those things people are. Each day I retreat further away from the world because I do not like the things it brings. That is not hard, but to have none of the treasures of solitude? That is hard. I have exhausted myself into the abyss. I have no surplus and no special thing to call my own. It sounds ridiculous, but I guess I\u2019ve always know it would come down to this &#8211; desertion.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">But now, as I touch it, even the experience of pain is snatched from me. All I have ever touched has grown tough and haunted. What will they do when they find out? Will they kill? Will they . . . laugh? A lifetime seems to pass by in one single day.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">Why could I never rest? Why the inner explosion each day? I wonder, is this the great difference between monks and artists? Monks hand over their lives to God, it is surrender. But with artists . . . God steals their lives away from them?<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">***<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">Part 3<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">This is my amazement. The cold walker licking the earth, spitting salvia and squandering God for one breath of pleasure. This is my amazement. The one who walks, bag in hand, smile on face, happiness on the tongue. This is my amazement. Those two out there, holding hands, talking in moderation and quiet tones. I see them wrinkled. I see them profound, at peace, and rocking. Sleep will overcome them. Sleep will prepare their death. Death will not be a violation on their lives. This is my amazement. Those who wipe catastrophe away with tears and eventual overcoming. I abandon you.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">To breathe in. To breathe out. This is my addiction. I may squint but I will never perish. Is this a place where none can follow? Is this reality? Reality is isolating. God, what hangs furiously? What hangs triumphantly? I have seen him. I have touched the arrow. It makes me long. It makes me suffer. How can I leave things equal? How can I hold this love and not be made small? Will this love reduce me? Will it make me an amazement?<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">I am the dropping that warms the bird\u2019s wings into flight. So must I admit the criminal? Weigh me down. Nourish me. My soul is pressed against an illusion. My soul has no patience for these things. The world is afflicted and I don\u2019t care. Weigh me down. My soul has fallen in love.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">They built a bridge, a gateway. Love, the great revealer. But now I cry out my claim: Loneliness, I can bear. Love, I cannot.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">I am listless. The pressure sticks. The pressure of prophecy. Who will bleed their name on the sidewalk? Who is it that calls me into this love? Can\u2019t I save the world and despise it at once? Can\u2019t I give them a new truth even if I am a virgin to the old? Why do I pass this gate? I detest the union of blood against blood. The flesh sticks. The flesh hangs on. I have seen. I have tasted humiliation. I have tasted, fleeing full force into the darkness, where others feared but I knew only safety. Tell me, who cannot receive? Am I one of those?<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">My caution always took the form of risk. I knew I was strong enough for any collapse, but success would leave me shattered. Anything prolonged bores me. Why make me this arrow? This is my amazement.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">So much has been sacrificed for certainty. The need for a constant fierce movement has denied me so much of ordinary life. Flare not mystery &#8211; that is my salvation. My jaw cracks through my flesh and names me wild. My soul has fallen in love.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">They made me a disciple of the rock. Now they bring me the wave. Now they bring the bridge into the outside world. Will I be filled with love just to know its torment?<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">It is only brief. Like those, I will walk past, build my mountain, and then join its ground. Time outlives love. I have watched them in heavy labour. I have seen the course.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">No, your bridge is a faraway thing. I abandon.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">***<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">Part 4<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">What a difficult thing to gain back perspective. This is what I have come to discover: In the end even the most trusted of companions will fail you. Reality is isolating.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">I finally saw, my greatest fear was I wouldn\u2019t get slaughtered. My greatest fear was that he would actually love me back. I never did have much tolerance for this thing called \u2018joy\u2019.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">But what calls me out? I know any true solitary person is never pathetic. Have I reached my threshold? Something passes over: Strokes of unexplainable depth; strokes of wonderment.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">Most of my life I have spent in preparation of love. My whole life has been nothing more than the re-assurance of my internal life. Every little thing out there was just the support-cast of my condition. I made this god with my every movement. This god, relied on me for its existence.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">My soul is lodged in discharge. My soul is radical, intolerant of worship, intolerant of love. Does deception live within the attitude of indifference? Is everything done in desperation, just the remnants of a lie? Does the door swing, swing, then let loose?<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">My catalyst has always been force. But now they tell me &#8211; To burn is not enough. They tell me &#8211; Experience gives compassion. They tell me there is choice. They tell me &#8211; Your sensitivity is your strength. I tell them &#8211; But it\u2019s killing me\u2026 They do not know. They do not understand.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">***<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">Part 5<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">If say, the cold war of uncertainty could pass me now\u2026 How can happiness be accompanied by such danger? I know the deathly feel of his kindness. I know the power of joy. I know of requital.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">Lovers can rise above their separate worth, so gently, lovers in love. I cry to be let loose. I feel like a child pushed into a mood of weakness. The undercurrent. What has suffered? What has broken its paralysis?<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">Behind the sun lies the moon\u2019s cool shadow just waiting to be born. But here, in bright daylight, I blink.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">I am witch, not a prophet. A coiler, not a flyer. I want to wriggle in the undercurrent with warmth and delight. I want to fall into the second depth of water. I am not a novice. I have gained the rite of passage. I pant for the undercurrent. I want to move my hand through the flame, to cup it, to say &#8211; I have touched without possession. I have touched fire, and I smile, unscorched. I want to tell them.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">This is not grey wisdom, this is the ape revised. The ape worshipped for its own power of evolution. The ape stands apart from the human; it is its own miracle. It is an urging, a scraping into the second depth where life is beautiful, where there is rescue and paradox means completion, where the impossible is natural.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">My mouth is a bread crumb offering the last of my riches. What is the price? Paying is no longer the question. Paying has tripped and fallen on the gravedigger. Paying is abolished. Now the wind flows between us. No ladder. No sacrifice. Now God and I laugh freely.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">I say love is the ultimate danger, the only safety. I say love is what is on the fringe of a scream. Anything unbroken, and yet, still falling. That is love. Love is what rests in the undercurrent. Love is the virtue that stretches itself . . .<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">***<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">Part 6<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">I have already heard the news. But what is this? The pluck? I know what I seek. I am thick and tearful, but I will last. And he will see me shine someday. He does not know, but I like the sun. I like the afternoon with nobody around. And even as the seasons move from one thing to another, time will vanish. And seeing the leaves fall, the snow drift, the birds sing, we will not be able to call it \u2018God\u2019. It will be a period when people take on a new approach. Never again powdered. Never again snapped. Say, whirlwind. Say, love.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">The night outside twitters grey and used. But I have asked for freshness. I smell him everywhere. Stirred and spontaneous, we will be again someday. But where is he now? Locked in some cubicle he calls \u2018dark hole\u2019? An artist\u2019s definition: to live this life in service. Just to have him say \u2013 I know.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">I have touched my existence through his tongue. He had my whitest offer, my prayer (no matter how subtle) he contained it all.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">I do not want to recover from him. But my instinct is to exile and it is hard. He does not know, but I have friction pumping into my pores.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">Today I wrote him a letter and it went like this\u2026<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">Dear love, you were my greatest maturity. You tormented me from behind. You were my remembering. I bow to your wind &#8211; o my dart!<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">***<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">Part 7<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">From the very first sight of him, I made him my friend. All my life I have tried to live by more than survival. These were the motions of insanity.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">Tuck me in the undercurrent where life is scarcely visible.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">They thrust us into a corner. Into the sullen mystery, and brought us presents too: a warm slice of death; a toy for safe keeping in our tougher hours of pain. What are we to do? We have no discipline, only hunger.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">Equality was pressing hard into the places I left open. I said &#8211; let me fall into you. I said &#8211; you trample on forsaken ground and that is why I love you. As soft as a broken limb.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">And I saw him like a hard knot resting in my throat. And I wanted to yell out. And I wanted to hold him close. But once (only once) and it\u2019s gone forever. Against the movement. Against the cry.\u00a0Isn&#8217;t\u00a0love always the same love?<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">There was not much to forgive, just to turn on the lights. He did not run away. I know, he just ran.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">***<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">Part 8<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">No one can touch as I coil away, secretly pleading for him to follow. No one can make amendments. Smile or curse, I smoulder alone. Solitude never lacks company, only commitment.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">Darkness sliced the worst of possibilities. But now, let me move my strength to this parable: What are the possibilities? Because he has failed me, has the whole thing been pointless? I commend his honesty, not his fear.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">I said &#8211; Fine. It is because I understood. But maybe that was the betrayal &#8211; Fine, I understand.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">My hands! Soon I will crush my skull between them crying out &#8211; Dedication! When I was in my room he told me &#8211; Swim, do not squirm. Do not squirm, bite down. But the force inside the squirm\u2026 didn\u2019t he know?<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">At seven o\u2019clock tomorrow morning we\u2019ll go looking for our tribe. I can picture it now, arm and arm, waiting for the street lights to go off, waiting for our god to come back home.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">These are my possibilities &#8211; reject of collapse. Every wisp of revolt has passed under my skin, and I multiplied. It was the striving, that was my psychology. Didn\u2019t he know? I strove and nothing more. I have tasted love. I have tasted betrayal; walking down lone dark streets, praying to my god to make it home. Is this what I deserve, all wrapped up in fire and cloth, beating my head against my hands? Is this what I deserve, pounding on hardened walls, softly?<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">***<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">Part 9<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">I long hid in the ocean\u2019s core chanting for people to pass. I was free to dominate. I was free to escape. I knew my condition. I hid, I plotted. I killed my loneliness. I served my brightest star. My personal sun. In my cave, I was capable of ambition.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">Then they called out to me &#8211; Marriage. I heard the echo of belief. In my darkness prowled an intruder. I longed to rouse his temper, to find, to destroy, him. But he had patience. He whispered. So I consented and asked for only one thing, a quick death. I cried &#8211; I am not a monk, I am a human being. I made the wind rise. I pierced my own wound.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">But my sun did not know how to die. Once my sun, now my enemy. It was godlike. It was innocent. It must be overthrown. But how? When he has walked away? Why give me the vision then demand me to desert it?<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">They showed me a ghost. My lover was a phantom and still they said &#8211; Follow him. How was I to revolt, lay down my solitary flag for a phantom? Was I to defend a kingdom that vanished the moment it was touched? They asked me to invade. They asked me &#8211; one who is weary, one who has never tasted soil. So I defeated my sun and was rewarded with dust. Not even my sun\u2019s own ashes, just the dirt of another world &#8211; that was my prize. They handed me sand and said &#8211; Now build. Now construct.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">My sun would not forgive. It sentenced me a traitor. Such bright things do know forgiveness. To it, every moment is immortal. It does not pass, but remains. My sun lives outside of forgiveness. It banished me. It must be overthrown.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">Again, I was deceived into the taking up of arms. Again, I was made a ploy, a heretic for a cause I only glimpsed and never chose. It struck me down.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">Never again will I stand tiptoe on the face of the earth and dream of my strength. I am such a tiny thing, struck, stuck.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">In the name of this riddle, exhausted, I decline. Now show me: What are my instructions?<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201c<span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">To live without him.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">And still, even harder,<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">to love without him.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">***<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">Part 10<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">He left me a monument, something I promise to carry, no matter where the journey leads. I spent my life pivoting on God &#8211; that has been my only relationship. Maybe in knowing him, I found a cause. Maybe, I am blessed.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">I walk in silence. Freedom has only shown me its face when I yielded. Healing happens in layers. No more relapses. No more jagged movements. Retrograding is for the stars, not for the soul.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">I made my spirit a swamp. I encroached, I devoured. Then they came, found me with my delicacies and made me an outcast. It was the only way.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">I long lived on the doorstep, sucking in what wasn\u2019t mine. I was induced by the smell of my prey. I loved its illness. I became pregnant with its sick flavour. But now, my soul relies on something different. Now my soul is devoted.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">There is nothing that threatens me now. My solitude is not a threat. To know him still stings, but just like that, in layers, it will ripen into something yet unnamed. Have I been given my last chance? Still I lay, wondering.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">Two massive waves colliding, that was what I knew. Then love passed my way, telling me of fantastic things. Telling me &#8211; Unless you believe in magic, your life will be empty of it. Telling me of a place where I belong, where the rigid eye does not accuse and nothing resigns itself to being foul and scabby, and yet, is foul and scabby. A place where pity has vanished.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">All things must be complete when they unite. People must not tempt with the lukewarm, it is only unsatisfying. To touch everything with only half ourselves, that is the human destruction. That is what is subtle and disastrous. We always tempt with the half-made. We are not willing to make room for \u2018the full\u2019. It is the doctrine of pleasure, the doctrine of war.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">I know of capacity. I now know of potential. I hear the chants of my tribe. For a long time we have been separated. We ramble only because we have lost our language. Centuries have made us foreign. But we will be delivered. The hunger will deliver. And when it does, we will be delivered from it, never to hunger again.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">There is inability in being born just an artist. Will they call me outgrown? Will they crack me and name me inaudible? In the end, I wonder.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">How strange it is to be a soul on this earth. How strange it is to finally know: After all the shaking of bars, I was never captured. How strange it is to know, and then to lose, love.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">***<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">Part 11<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">The answer, I wanted to say. But I grew numb mute in this understanding. And I fell. I fell to my knees in ceaseless wonder. I fell in love.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">This news is all I have.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">He must have been an angel, an angel who could avoid the storm, who could dodge raindrops. But now his mission has passed. There, look out on the street, it is him walking, running away. Say, love. Say, remarkable!<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">I was never converted. I was only stretched.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">***<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><em><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\">Copyright \u00a9 1989 by Allison Grayhurst<\/span><\/span><\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/?attachment_id=5853\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-5853\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-5853\" src=\"http:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/04\/Allison-Grayhurst-profile-picture-2016-1-209x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"209\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/04\/Allison-Grayhurst-profile-picture-2016-1-209x300.jpg 209w, https:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/04\/Allison-Grayhurst-profile-picture-2016-1-100x143.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/04\/Allison-Grayhurst-profile-picture-2016-1-150x215.jpg 150w, https:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/04\/Allison-Grayhurst-profile-picture-2016-1-200x287.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/04\/Allison-Grayhurst-profile-picture-2016-1-300x430.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/04\/Allison-Grayhurst-profile-picture-2016-1-450x646.jpg 450w, https:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/04\/Allison-Grayhurst-profile-picture-2016-1.jpg 529w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 209px) 100vw, 209px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div id=\"yiv2014997126yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1482926177572_3672\">Bio: Allison Grayhurst is a member of the League of Canadian Poets. Three of her poems have been nominated for Sundress Publications \u201cBest of the Net\u201d 2015, and she has over 880 poems published in more than 390 international journals and anthologies. <span id=\"yiv2014997126yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1482926177572_3673\">Her book\u00a0<i id=\"yiv2014997126yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1482926177572_3674\">Somewhere Falling<\/i>\u00a0was published by Beach Holme Publishers, a Porcepic Book, in Vancouver in 1995. Since then she has published twelve other books of poetry and seven collections with Edge Unlimited Publishing. Prior to the publication\u00a0<i id=\"yiv2014997126yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1482926177572_3675\">of Somewhere Falling<\/i>\u00a0she had a poetry book published,\u00a0<i id=\"yiv2014997126yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1482926177572_3676\">Common Dream<\/i>, and four chapbooks published by The Plowman. Her\u00a0poetry chapbook\u00a0<i id=\"yiv2014997126yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1482926177572_3677\">The River is Blind\u00a0<\/i>was published by Ottawa publisher above\/ground press December 2012.\u00a0In 2014 her chapbook\u00a0<i id=\"yiv2014997126yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1482926177572_3678\">Surrogate Dharma<\/i>\u00a0was published by Kind of a Hurricane Press, Barometric Pressures Author Series. In 2015, her book\u00a0<i id=\"yiv2014997126yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1482926177572_3679\">No Raft \u2013 No Ocean<\/i>\u00a0was published by Scars Publications. More recently, her book\u00a0<i id=\"yiv2014997126yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1482926177572_3680\">Make the Wind<\/i>\u00a0was published in 2016 by Scars Publications.\u00a0As well, her\u00a0book\u00a0<i id=\"yiv2014997126yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1482926177572_3681\">Trial and Witness \u2013 selected poems<\/i>, was published\u00a0in 2016 by Creative Talents Unleashed (CTU Publishing Group). <\/span>She is a vegan. She lives in Toronto with her family. She also sculpts, working with clay; www.allisongrayhurst.com<\/div>\n<div id=\"yiv2014997126yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1482926177572_3683\"><\/div>\n<div id=\"yiv2014997126yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1482926177572_3685\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Some of the places my work has appeared in include Parabola (Alone &amp; Together print issue summer 2012); Elephant Journal; Literary Orphans; Blue Fifth Review; The American Aesthetic; Agave Magazine; JuxtaProse Literary Magazine, Drunk Monkeys; South Florida Arts Journal; Gris-Gris; The Muse \u2013 An International Journal of Poetry, Storm Cellar, morphrog (sister publication of Frogmore Papers); New Binary Press Anthology; The Brooklyn Voice; Straylight Literary Magazine (print); The Milo Review; Foliate Oak Literary Magazine; The Antigonish Review; Dalhousie Review; The New Quarterly; Wascana Review; Poetry Nottingham International; The Cape Rock; Ayris; Journal of Contemporary Anglo-Scandinavian Poetry; The Toronto Quarterly; Fogged Clarity, Boston Poetry Magazine; Decanto; White Wall Review.<strong><a href=\"http:\/\/www.allisongrayhurst.com\/\">\u00a0\u00a0 http:\/\/www.allisongrayhurst.com<\/a><\/strong><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n<strong><a href=\"http:\/\/www.facebook.com\/PoetryLifeTimes\">www.facebook.com\/PoetryLifeTimes<\/a><\/strong><br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n<strong><a href=\"http:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/\">robin@artvilla.com<\/a><\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> <a href=\"http:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/\">editor@artvilla.com<\/a><\/strong><br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n<strong><a href=\"http:\/\/www.lulu.com\/shop\/guadalupe-grande\/key-of-mist\/paperback\/product-22896809.html\">Key of Mist. 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