A flood rises on a foreign city
And I wake. The sun glows. My love, she stirs
As if she does not remember this choice, this day,
(But how could dawn smile without her consent?)
And her eyes are blue like the sky never is.
She considers the time. Softly, she asks
If I will retrieve her shoes. I nod assent
And heavily step across a small room.
In chains, I feel the Bird at my liver;
I thirst sitting in a pool of water;
I wrestle with the mightiest boulder;
But, knowing my evils, why this torture?
Anything, any blood or pain or want,
I can endure; yet I curse my breathing
As my thumb brushes on the leather in my hands.
She hides her feet away; the ocean is boiling.
She stands; the comets fragment in the cold.
Oh, agony, to hasten her vanishing!
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