“When I cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me I am in darkness—I am nothing.”
― Virginia Woolf,
What does one do when language eludes? Words, oh sweet words ….NOW… the new found nemesis.
Silence…the possibility of escape. Yet, escape to what?
The illusion of vanquishing the REAL of that what is. The real infiltrating every part of you…the changed you of late. Yet, how to recognize the altered self ? Yesterdays-mere allusive shadows dancing and encircling that part of you -encapsulated by thoughts of Your violent exit from this world …removed from me your daughter and friend.
Body heavy now. It forcing me down-the pull of the new me weighing heavy upon animation. The battle ensues. That old part of me, the idealist, anxious to persist yet the newfound desolation of your demise demands willful blindness to encounter the hopeless abjection of loss.
IT leaves no room for liberation this untrained and unfaltering new companion.
Slap, Slap, SLAP wake up !!!!! No, you must persist…to elude corporeality.
Words. Oh words sweet slippery words! Where to find you now?