Wednesday, April 27, 2016

My Psyche Peering into the Pyxis of Persephone

Gradually she realized she was caught in a world where she could wish but she could not move. A calm voice spoke in her ear. "I am the enemy you killed, my friend. Now let us sleep." As a result, she had a vision that was at once both disturbingly alien and surprisingly familiar, of the moving principle that is life. His name was Veri and he sang shocking songs about the underworld. He knelt in the moonlight and leaned his ear to the shining waters. "Isn't the present better than the past?" he sang. "I have three black flakes on my feet, the ashes of my infants I cannot scrape from me." He turned to her as she sank into the waters from which he rose, hanging upside down, a reflection.

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