no matter
where he turned
or what
he did
he perceived
only this
his own
death
within
and without
the specter
of his soul
sought
and found his attention
no matter
how he tried
to cast
her off
she stood
strong
and rooted
in his being
there was
no time,
no place,
no space
for him
without her
he ran
as all
men do
and tried
to blame his fear
on me and
you
yet still
his shadow
possessed him
awake, asleep
it mattered
not
alone or
in a crowded room
she was
all he could perceive
like a mist
inundating
his mind
the base
of every vision seen
haunting
every thought exposed
the sun
would still sparkle
on the
morning dew
but he
could no longer see it
and the
snow still glisten brightly
on some
distant mountain peak
yet his
eyes were blind to all but her
she possessed
him
after all
was said and done
and slowly
but surely
she became
him
as the chill
autumn wind
blew the
multi-colored leaves
through
skies of brilliant blue
he saw
only the stark and empty
leafless
limbs of winter trees
cold reminder
of the reality
his reasoned,
linear thought
had led
him to
until, no
matter where he turned
she stood
in silent, regal splendor
icy in
her majesty before him
and as a
goddess
he secretly
adored her
as he reveled
in the pain of her coming
and sought
in unawareness
the sweet
surcease of his demise…
as the days
and nights of fear
turned
into weeks and months and years
he tried
so hard
to busy
himself with other thoughts and things
yet every
time he closed his eyes
there she
stood
serene
specter
intimate
destiny of death
if but
once he dared to love her true
and each
woman
in the
outer world
became
her
until into
every image – feminine
that mattered
form can take
he projected
his fear
yet every
and always
his fear
returned
to consume
him
and so his
fantasy of life continued
as he used
denial as a shield
and his
pain as a sword to impale
every being
that reminded him
of her
presence…
while a
fire burned within
hidden
from society
like a
volcano
long thought
dormant
preparing
to enter
the world of form again
through
him…
? Michaelette ?
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