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Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Daughter Across Time's Lie 7/29/15

Her father put on the ritual robes of his culture. He disappeared behind the sacredness of his unconscious. He had moments for naming her wisdom. He was an unsupporting mountain in her sacred land. Where she was the weaver, wisdom was passed onto her through monotony. She diligently clothed herself in a style that reflected an oath to their separation. This place they touched as daughter-father, she keeps fixedly the same. Her joy is an unnamed parental hand pushing her away. He carried her in his heart, not knowing the contents of himself. Her lesson refines her with what she already knew. She learns to move within without having space. It releases her and nothing is changed. All her aspirant leaves for living kiss the roots of him by rotting. She has remade her one tender spot all over her. She feeds it the constant callousing of their separation. His absence makes for another orifice in her being. The wind of her humanness blows through her there. She is always in mid-poem, calling out for him as last lines. "The fragrance of orchid, working for the white crane, holds me for ransom." Her father made her this news but then subjectively named her, his loss. She punishes his ineptness with a lifetime of haunting to ripen her for another life.



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