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Chasms
Your words are wet silks that I clutch in my hands
and twist, wringing out the heavy, oily drops.
This oil I would pour into a lamp and burn, that
your hypocrisy would vanish in the
wisps of smoke, leaving a fire that
burns cleanly.
In the light of a fire unfettered
by contradiction, the truth would show itself.
But we wouldn't see it clearly.
For we are like the trolls you once spoke of
that see the world fractured by the splinters in their eyes.
We, too, see the world shattered
by our presumptions and fears.
We do not perceive what is but only what
we believe.
So it was with us, as we stood on opposite sides of a
chasm one thousand miles and twelve months wide.
From my vantage point, so different from yours, I
could see dawn break above the life we would share.
Our path showed clearly in the quiet glow of the sun;
every gnarled root we'd stumbled over, every briar
still waiting. But in every place where the path broke
free of the brambles, our footprints faced each other,
their outlines in the clover leaves marking
where we caught each other
as we fell.
It was never easy for us
but we fought for us
because we believed.
From your vantage point, so different from mine, you
saw our footprints diverging. You said your path would
lead you through broken terrain too rugged for me to follow. How
could you be so certain, when your dawn had barely cracked
open the night? Perhaps what you saw was simply a trick
borne of the faintness of the morning's light?
If I had your eyes I
could see why you believe we
must be parted.
But my eyes are my own
and we stood apart.
Talk to me
Please?
I want to understand.
These words I gave to the wind that spanned
the distance between us
and they fell into the emptiness
where I once resided
and echoed within your silence.
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