Inana, you have the power to destroy that which can not be destroyed, and to set up that which can not be set up said Enki, his list of Gods before him. Young Inana what more could we add for you?
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there were whispers once in the ceilinghigh taught-glass entrancehalls
of this place
one day she wipes tables
the next,
wrapped in yellow silks of tumblenotes and egged on by a jaunty-angled hat in shadows
she dances
bottle-heavy, Enki missed bricks, lulled by the jazz and the sweet
wordflirts
glass [cast askew] reflects back slightly off-kilter, twice.
we twitter in a flurry of octaves and an evening breeze curacao-coloured
pecking at minutes in the sky high rafters
hoppity waiting, calling to flock, to sweep shadows with tiny wings
and things
she preens flat her rufflefeathers, eating the bug she finds creaking under one quill in a quicksnap soon forgotten.
she polishes lead crystal ashtrays
watched by herself, reflected
in the shadows, honeylike movements within glass
I have read it four times. I will read many more. It is exquisite. I have no words.
yea! I read it twice until now, and all I can say is that it is amazingly profound. There are so many layers of perspectives that can be peeled off from this from every read!
The last four lines are simply divine…..and the rest is just fab! It reads wonderfully well.
oh my goodness, thank you very much
uncle, it is a gift to you
(p)
Im sure there are layers and Im sure there are bits to dive and delve into… but I just like to lay back and float in it if that’s ok? How Ive missed you. xxx