| The Gate of Horn Pawns Shattered |
| I.
I still feel connected to some part of myself that departed sans progression from such a state� and how I loved seeing myself in that frame of mind though I disavow any time before the present development of this new persona. An alter ego at its finest, I am whom I was thought to be and ultimately love the sincerity of it all though I can safely say it will go overlooked� or perhaps that is just my way of sleeping soundly. But sound not, as bitter December winds shatter August heat, or maybe only the buds of May� I see not how I can be enveloped in what I am not familiar with. I know the terrible cost of it all�the utter shock of it, though no surprise upon scrutiny of the case. II. I think it is safe to say that our connectedness failed when the water was disturbed and our pawns shattered against the conflict. It seems pointless to toss betwixt us the unpleasantries that have crept on to the board� the game more involving that either of us could have anticipated and yet I know we are now too engaged to back down or throw in our towels. Locked in this stalemate I see you for whom you really are and how we have changed�the both of us� I do not neglect to notice that. Being so disassociated can be relieving at times but it has now utterly consumed our manner of thought� yet I believe it has brought out the best in me. I know that you think that it is all right and that tides will turn or the smoke will pass and we will breathe more easily at some point amid this tumult. We know better, though, than to place hope in such frail prospects or see what is concealed by mistrust. We know better than to say what we really feel for should that relinquish ambiguity and cease fire we would become paralyzed by the monotony. And how does one cope with silence? |