Largely written in a hypnagogic stupor induced by Karl Sanders' "Preliminary Purification Before the Calling of Inanna" and preferably to be read alongside.
She reclines on the divan,
Hand propping up her head.
Sounds become deep, abyssal.
The image of the world diminishes to a blur.
She stares but does not see.
Her eyes are heavy—burdensome.
I study her face: expression swept away;
Infinity slowly expanding within her.
The drums' beat resounds and vibrates
Through dead weight—lulling, swinging.
Who she is—masked—is not who she is.
I can see her—now: as she tumbles through time.
They whisper, hiss, chorus in the encroaching dark.
The Egyptian flute mesmerising and haunting.
Her eyes close—the end of the world.
The sounds rise to symphonies.
She is released and becomes
Master and Wanderer.
In this moment I fall in love with her
—all of her
—forever.
M.M. — Ianuarius MMX
She reclines on the divan,
Hand propping up her head.
Sounds become deep, abyssal.
The image of the world diminishes to a blur.
She stares but does not see.
Her eyes are heavy—burdensome.
I study her face: expression swept away;
Infinity slowly expanding within her.
The drums' beat resounds and vibrates
Through dead weight—lulling, swinging.
Who she is—masked—is not who she is.
I can see her—now: as she tumbles through time.
They whisper, hiss, chorus in the encroaching dark.
The Egyptian flute mesmerising and haunting.
Her eyes close—the end of the world.
The sounds rise to symphonies.
She is released and becomes
Master and Wanderer.
In this moment I fall in love with her
—all of her
—forever.
M.M. — Ianuarius MMX
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