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| Offering up my naked palms to clear sky above
I reach to claim Diana�s coldfire arrows and the love that Venus gently bleeds into arterial deep blue that leans down close enough for kiss. I dance their pain and joy with mine, feel them breathe my blood and bid them make me strong. Some battles are not impurely earthbound and this cruel sacrifice of son IS too much to be allowed but my sisters gather round me and we will shred this darkness rising from the mud and clay of memory abused in the broken glass of Time and subjugation forced and forged on frightened innocence. So I dance inside the deepblue leaning down, close enough to kiss, and invoke the pain and joy that will breathe my blood and make me strong. |
| *image: john simon |