"Untimeliness"

a response to the poem below

i stand back in awe as you smile


you soar so beautifully, my darkest angel


i suspect that this is not the first time


and that i am not your first.


yesss, i am close to lifelessness


drained of all emotion as this baptism continues.



the metronome continues to tick and tick and tick my untimely
demise.


each demanding tick consumes yet another precious drop of my lonely life force.
this gift is willingly given as i embrace your everything



your everywhere as i slip away but at life's highest cost.



wait, that is right, i have no life, it was taken centuries
ago.


you smile so radiantly as you feel my breath


as you know the true end is swiftly approaching.



you lean forward as i softly whisper


?your wish was my command


?you have learned life's lessons well my love



?use them not only on the unsuspecting but to deceive the
one's you wish to submit.


?life's elixir is nearly depleted, just a few breaths left



?take my hand and look lovingly into my undead eyes



?bathe there one last time r e m e m b e r i n g all, f e e l
i n g all


?any regrets?


sad eyes well with tears as their unspoken beauty whisper
their honesty


leave me not alone in this god foresaken place take me with
you.


as i began to die, your fingers tenderly touched each line on
my face


as you burned my image into your contours.


since you knew i must make this journey adeen



you quietly began to sew yourself into my shadow



so that you could remain my dark reflection


you could be with me in each place i went


you could hear every sound i made


and divinely dwell in the obscurity


that would surround me


?that could have surrounded us.

`T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova
13.10.01

shhh?


slowly come here?


look into my prominent eyes.


can you see your reflection?


for the first time?


the depths of my being


frighten the promise of your existence.


by taking my distilled hand


the spell is broken


into tiny punitive pieces of fear


each minute ticks by in the metronome of time.



you've learned to deceive


a gift with different faces


but hear the sound of the


tick


tick


tick?


the misconception is your shadow.


I


the incubus?


have taken you by surprise


a whisper in the dark


I shed light on your nebulous cloud


each day ticks by in the metronome of time


you seek my pain


do my thoughts suffice?


Yes, drink all of me..


as I prepare a picnic of sorrow.


the winds breathe of you


the trees dance to our tune of sanctity


my destined concubine?


listen to the


tick


tick


tick?


as each year ticks by in the metronome of time.



Am I now lifeless?


Or do I live in your temple?


As sacred as it may seem


fickled thoughts seep out pores


like a baptism of reminiscence


we have been here before


and once again you are Everywhere


you are Everything


you are a part of me


and


I


am your shadow.


look now..


as a lifetime ticks by in the metronome of time.


written by E. Gonzalez 29.8.01