denouement

the estrogen-ing of this country was an inevitable…. the dank little alleyways off discipline avenue that held my passions, the shadows that hid my mistress and her leather boots from my colleagues, my wife and my family have been, respectively, bricked-up and eroded away.

the expression of what is richest has become unmentionable. the things that are the easiest, that feel the most right, are not and, furthermore, those that ARE right–require you do them alone. eye see people conditioned to fear the shadow within themselves, hear them told passion is not important, that the fire can arch its back and hiss everything else into subjection…. and eye don’t believe it.

we all lead lives of bifurcation: the public and the private, the light and the dark. here there is no prometheus deception.

here is my shadow….

~ by abnegation on October 5, 2007.