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[b]Journey
by Anselm Hollo[/b]
...watched you
and you were turning, turning
from me, and back to me, you were light & dark
both, in ever-shifting proportion
as were the questions that whirled in my head
—question answered by question, your voice & mine
following, leading, leading us where, where were we going
where could we go, if we would, when we would, and
what
were the reasons given, the best way to get there
through the rooms and streets, the blueing desert, enclosed by
time
I watched you,
trying to read your face
—a wanderer in light halls, dark caves, and held by the wind
piercing us beyond pleasure or pain, a constant spear
...watched you,
resting, our bodies stretched out on a shield
in a place with many old gods on the walls;
did they whisper and hum,
back through their millions of lives, through time?
I could not hear them, they had nothing to tell me,
I could not hear them, only your breath
only the songs of your body, your face,
an intricate chant, an enchantment, yet clear
in all its relations
and high, high on it, in the place we had reached, a high place,
I was opened to you, your music, through my eyes
not watching, but seeing, now, seeing
you—light in the dark that shines beyond walls or
time...[/center]
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