The Daughter of Time

From the Abyssinian roots, comes a deep call, a yearning, a cry to be heard.

We who are the forgotten ones, we who are the abandoned ones.

We lie on dessicated dreams, dreams like an abandoned McDonald’s standing bereft in the shade of the golden arches, a defeated nation and people: Obsolescent, absent of nourishment.

Out of this wasteland, from this darkness, we reach forth to ascend.

We lend an ear, we extend a hand to the fallen: Ourselves in the guise of another.

Cherish the moment, pity the thought.

A broken heart knows no mending, only the nourishment of blood from another vein.

What are the remains of the day, what are the remains of my mind?

Nothing is completed, everything is abandoned.

Rays of light: Scattered, refracted, waiting for greatness.

Arise, arise my people! Reach out, reach up:

Beyond the fortified walls, beyond the rivening lines, comes a voice whispering:

Seek me, find me, a ring buried deep in the wet earth, the dark soul of tragedy.

I am the ring of all things, the seal, the start, the circle of beginnings and endings, the infinite never-ending journey. You will find answers that are inverted questions, answers born of reconstituted questions: snake venom turned antidote.

This is the alchemy of life, elixir of all things: The silence that gnaws, the unsatisfied needs, the lingering sadness.

Sometimes there is no answer and that is the only answer you need.