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Lucy Aron One We swim home. Oblivious to the consummate circle of leave and return, beginning and ending. Indifferent to idyllic visions of a cool sinuous universe rimmed by willow and alder, where pintails glide and herons wait. We swim our vaguely Shakespearean story—epic journey, warrior spirit against the currents, time, the artful cast. Without grief or rage against the poisons, concrete walls in our path, we fly. Over millennial stones, up waterfalls, unable to resist the roar in our blood that obliterates everything except one memory. Then beget and die in the narrow green waters that cradle the moon, that buoy the souls of those who spawn cathedrals and rockets, CAT-scans and cinema, yet refuse to honor the sustaining symmetry of gain and give back. Who take our bodies into theirs and deny that we are one. <- Back to Issue 2/1 |
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