“Come back. Even as a shadow, even as a dream.” – Euripides
Shadow woman, you know who you are, leaping the skyline, while the world ends it’s song, here along the backbone, while everything is right or wrong. Call me. I am so lonely; I scream to belong. Call me.
The best place perhaps to see Lucifer at sunrise is along the “Devil’s Backbone“. Around 5:55 AM when the sun is throwing pink rays around the scrub brush, the points of burgundy rising past my knees. A bristle, a sound, a rock with an opening under it. A snake, maybe a Fairy, maybe a pixie, a hundred pixies, with lips, and tongues, all memory. All the sounds and pictures of who I shouldn’t be. The wantonness of a seeking mind. All sexuality, everything a being of the garden, erupted from G_D’s eternity. Deep pathways in Joseph Campbell’s symbology. Somewhere here in the Pre-Cambrian strata lies my birth. Somewhere here between sand and stars I behold my destiny. A path outside of Loveland, while the sun is birthing, a part of me, an interesting dichotomy. The gulf between my real life, and what I would want it to be. Here, before I leave life, please call me.
She looks like a witch, down around Morrison, near the “Red Rocks“, a hippie, drawing her life song in aura from her paintings of the earth. She looks like the shadow here near the backbone, translucent dawn of light, of something I can’t control, all paths are open, nothing I ever wanted, is as much as I want you. Imagination before sunrise, here along skyline, purple horizon, etched in passion incandescently. Woman oh woman where, before you have taken me. From one life to another, from the deepest valleys past to here in the present sandstone of your current sea. While maybe I am young or old, long hair laying gray or gold. I am spoken, I have spoken, you are my interest while all goes wrong. Here along the front range, while the sun grows strong. Here before I am long gone, please call me.
I have been crazy, looping round these sharp stones, the spine of the devil has been resting in my head. I have been loved, by women and children who I have fed. They have been the present, the better part of my heart, the breathing that makes sense, in my spirit and in my head. They are the seal of Zion, the promise in sunshine that completes the song, still here on the backbone something still needs to be said.
Shadow woman, you know who you are, leaping the skyline, while the world ends it’s song, here along the backbone, while everything is right or wrong. Call me. I am so lonely; I scream to belong. Call me. -08.08.2022 – דָנִיֵּאל