Sputnik

Ascend

My dear madam

Rest indeed

Descend into quiet solitude

That I might dream of a golden babe

Touched by the Gods

Rendered invincible as Achilles

Blessed with the beauty of Helen

Elevated to Olympus

Far away from the River Styx

Where I often dwell

Communing with Dis'

Riding the Minotaur

Divining the song of the Harpies

I who have addressed dead kings

Played the roles of the thespian

I hold doubt above all

I ponder the prince or queen who floats in utero

The keeper of the future 

Carrier of my immortality

For the beginning of this new life

Portends the end of mine

Bits of me shall go forth

Ride across the sky with the child

Ascend to its pinnacle 

My wholeness turns away

Bound as it must 

To fade into obsolescence and disuse

The day my bae is born is the day I see my own death I proclaim

No one but Charon ferryman of Hades hears me 

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Niche

My dear sir

I fear I put you in jeopardy

But 'twas no mistake

The story needed telling

Secrets fester and ooze

Tis better to air them out

Set light upon them

Warm them 

Deaden the rawness

Shrink the rent in your soul

Allow the truth a bearable place in your psyche
A rolling marble finding its niche

Loosening grey matter as it settles

Shuddering then quiets 

Stars scatter over parking lots

With your first steps home 

Prepare for an eternity of assaults

Vow to remain immutable 

Adhere to your truth

Waver not under great scrutiny

Now my dear sir

Slide your key in the door 

And go henceforth

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Dis'

My dear madam

You tell my story

You take me down a very dark path indeed 

You illuminate my terror

Lay it bare

Cause me to reconcile

Come to terms and surrender

The light is where you are

Its glow purple and blue 

Draw me to the hottest part of your flame

Pluck me from the thorny dark thicket

Relieve me of Dis' embrace

Use diamond shears to break my bonds

Golden cords to pull me free

Bind me up with purple silk

Surround my soul with your scent of lavender

Sweeten my fermented nostrils with vanilla

Fill my gnashing teeth with cloves 

Allow me to return

To regain my vigor

And once again trod my path

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Glade

My dear sir

You take refuge in an ancient harbor town

Girded by mystic breakwaters

Whose timeworn antediluvian stones cry out with grayness and myth 

You come alone

Piloting a small boat across sassy waves

Drawn by water nymphs and island sprites

Whispering breezes into your tired ears

Edging you away from visions of your new squalling babe

Promising you restful salvation and release

You fall asleep in a glade tickled by faerie ferns and pussy willows

Dreaming of life's continuum

Floating above it

Surveying its nooks and crannies

Taking it all in

You know the universe as God does

But you wake up in the hoary arms of a thicket

Bearing only the pinpoint knowledge of a mere speck

Imagining the faded cries of a woman in childbirth

The putrid mass between her legs

The demon chasing you from her side

You ran and ran

Now only silence closes in

As you lie

In a glade

Beyond an ancient harbor town

Surrounded by mystic breakwaters

Whispering despair into your ears

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Blessing

Parmigiano