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The letters yesterday, M in scarlet attached to me. I know what it means. Amor matris. Subject or object genitive. Objective. But I am removed of guilt. I have removed myself. To kneel would have been to fall out of my flights. Non serviam. And the letter is gone anyway.
I promised a poem some days ago. This one, villanelle, came to me when I was half asleep. I wrote one like it ages ago. I wrote it on the inner paper of a packet of cigarettes. It's better than it was. Best now after yesterday. I have my reason and my reasons.
Are you not weary of ardent ways,
Lure of the fallen seraphim?
Tell no more of enchanted days.
Your eyes have set man's heart ablaze
And you have had your will of him.
Are you not weary of ardent ways?
Above the flame the smoke of praise
Goes up from ocean rim to rim.
Tell no more of enchanted days.
Our broken cries and mournful lays
Rise in one eucharistic hymn.
Are you not weary of ardent ways?
While sacrificing hands upraise
The chalice flowing to the brim.
Tell no more of enchanted days.
And still you hold our longing gaze
With languorous look and lavish limb!
Are you not weary of ardent ways?
Tell no more of enchanted days.
[ooc: From Portrait. lol canon. He had an M yesterday for "matricide". He didn't technically kill his mother, though other characters put that blame on him for not praying for her when she was dying. O, Oedipal complexes.]
I promised a poem some days ago. This one, villanelle, came to me when I was half asleep. I wrote one like it ages ago. I wrote it on the inner paper of a packet of cigarettes. It's better than it was. Best now after yesterday. I have my reason and my reasons.
Are you not weary of ardent ways,
Lure of the fallen seraphim?
Tell no more of enchanted days.
Your eyes have set man's heart ablaze
And you have had your will of him.
Are you not weary of ardent ways?
Above the flame the smoke of praise
Goes up from ocean rim to rim.
Tell no more of enchanted days.
Our broken cries and mournful lays
Rise in one eucharistic hymn.
Are you not weary of ardent ways?
While sacrificing hands upraise
The chalice flowing to the brim.
Tell no more of enchanted days.
And still you hold our longing gaze
With languorous look and lavish limb!
Are you not weary of ardent ways?
Tell no more of enchanted days.
[ooc: From Portrait. lol canon. He had an M yesterday for "matricide". He didn't technically kill his mother, though other characters put that blame on him for not praying for her when she was dying. O, Oedipal complexes.]