History repeats

Like flowers on weathered graves

Metronome of time

Striving for passage

From days lost in passed juncture

We must now break free

You fell from grace

Like autumn leaves --

Not colors red and orange,

A flash before demise,

Beautiful and unholy.

You collapsed, fragile and pale,

Like a New Orleans November.

Like the Piper you took them away,

Those children so young,

From bed.

You filled their hearts

With love so sweet

But then coated their bellies

With lead.

Dreams.

I dreamed of you,

My Orpheus.

You led me away --

So far away --

Where light and darkness

Could not bind me

And yet

I was afraid.

You showed me visions,

Opened me,

Exposed my flesh so that my bones

May know the light of day.

You pressed a stone into my hand.

You fastened your eye to mine

And said in cryptic sighs

"Awaken Child!"

And still I was afraid.

Oh Orpheus! You led me away.

You made a seer out of me.

You whisked away the heavens

So I may exist within the clouds

As an opaque soothsayer,

A wraith or shadow

Of some young woman.

I do not remember.

I left

My consciousness

In the sixth dimension.

Oh Orpheus,

Why did you take me away?

You bore yourself anew

And gave to me this onus,

Conceiving another into this place

That none but she could comprehend.

I can see through this mantle,

This smoke of the mind,

That you will soon unearth

That blindness is more painful than 

This sight.

Oh Orpheus.

I know the truth.

Orpheus.

My Orpheus.

You are afraid.

Sol shears like the blade

Gurgles,

Divulges the moldering eve,

Scoring pounds of flesh

From the Earth's septic meat.

Its bones crunch

Like flaccid corpses -

An internment of Dawn.