Will to Power ( i am not living )

Your tiny eyes and

            my crimson guilt

watch the tide

            and only you and i  

                        know              

lonely.

Memories do not stay where 

we leave them

they bleed

and crawl

and choke

and appear where you

never thought they would be.

Shadows do not fade with time,

but grow thicker with  decay

until, as all life begins,

            something new crawls from

the past.

Its sticky fingers reach for me

groping for the ground on which I stand.

the ground upon which I watched my youth

fade.

Sucked back.

Your slimy roots take at first my legs—

pulling me down as you climb higher.

Did I lose my chance?

You grab my center and your heat and hunger

is nearly comforting.

i will fall into you soon.

My strength will make you stronger

My struggle will take you higher.

Until the very sun shines for you alone.

And the new day, your day, is the brightest.

            But i know you secret.

We shared the ancient darkness

And we were both born of the constant decay of the dawn.     

By: Roberta Zimmerman 

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