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The Labyrinth of This

Thursday, 27. January 2011 19:45

the enso

A half-finished painting of a guardian angel emerging from darkness.

"Unfinished" by marlowe

the poem

the heart, once cleaved,
can reconnect itself —
no need for all the king’s
horses and all those brave knights
—  no, instead, walk
the labyrinth of this
spiral cascading from your sacral coil
illuminating your footsteps
from darkness into light.

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Nothing More Than Life Itself

Monday, 27. September 2010 22:15

the enso

A white dove egg, hatched, laying on the concrete sidewalk next to a hedge.

"A Dove's First Home" by marlowe

the poem

We earn our first breath by struggle
no pain, no gain, they say —
but what of it, this zero-sum game?
The only evidence is this empty shell, barren,
and the jagged edge where you pecked
your way to freedom from
this womb, like an ancient cave dweller,
its history already forgotten, wanting
nothing more than life itself.
Perhaps there is nothing more powerful
than this urge to breathe in open spaces.

The shell remained untouched for days,
no longer needed since a new struggle was found.
I stepped around this artifact each morning,
honoring its sacredness, noting
the thin membrane, the mortal coil now a shriveled root
no longer required to ground you.
Yes, what of it? I imagine
you have doubled in size,
often obey your parents, and will
someday return to this suburban hedge,
calculating what will be required to continue.

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