Day 17 (Day 16 will have to wait)

Day 17 "Meshes of the Afternoon" “.......time is built into her body in the sense of becomingness.”                    Maya Deren  Helen, we must talk directly now -- do you understand  at all  what you are?  Your slender footed beauty  and perfect face, the pearl luster of your cheeks  you are unnecessary, not essential  at all  to human survival --  like Love itself how I have fallen.  This cruelty I speak is not meant to bring you pain but freedom – can you feel it?   “becomingness”  my Helen who has lived too long  ensconced in white stone. Come with me now to the slums of the Kathputli Colony  allow your hair to be infused with the smell of curry  and slaughtered cow.  Laugh with me  at the sword swallowers  and stilt walkers  take off your ivory dress and forget that the ocean is pretty it is only its immensity that makes it so  its depth a deathly mystery  “I feel your closeness like a shot gun”  Helen of my own soul, slay the beast, let the wrinkles come.