Alice (V~Lafayette, LA)

Like Alice, it all started with a dream,
Softly spoken words in dawn's purple light,
Landed on the pillow for just long enough to...
Break my soul in two with thundering might!

"Where residest now thou? "

Schism, though it was, left me for a fool
Thinking that I'll mend the dissonance of two!

I reached down in the toolbag as to find the wrench,
To remove the ego's sordid, caustic stench.
But Norns had a different task at hand in mind,
Wrench before my very eyes turned into the dust.

"Can you see the chasm gaping 'tween the two?
Do you dare to take the plunge for her who will then,
Mercurial as all nymphs are, vanish in the end?? "

'Though I dared not think, as true as it may be,
Temptress, with her haunting eyes, peered invitingly!

"Jump! JUMP!! I promise you the beauty, the splendor, the love that consumes and burns to the bone! Cupid's arrow?!? Mere trifle, child's play. Empyrean love I promise that Gods only hone!!!!"

THE PLUNGE

I see you, my love!
In the mire of my existence
I wade through the marshes of ego,
I stumble upon the fens
Only to catch your ephemeral feel in the silvery clouds on the horizon of dreams.

But the abyss is deep. My soul is being torn asunder as the eyes of Cerberus voraciously ravish it! What a price to pay for your smile, for your wrath, your scolding, your touch! No matter. I'd rather....

"...NO! Find a way to fight!
All it is is challenge just to crack this horrid plight.
One that there once was, though it now seems two,
Never really disassembled, never left you blue!"

But those eyes! That hair! Look at her dancing like a dervish in the wind! Hugging the world, pregnant with spring! Pandora incarnate, Lilith be thy name! Let me be your Samael! Let our souls burn together in the everlasting flame! Alice, IS THERE AN END TO THIS?!?!

"Wake up", she softly whispered...

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