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Fragments of a Funeral Procession |
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She found in him belief and he found in her inspiration. Before the precession began, the seats were filled with people all having one thing in common: fear. What is it that can remove a seagull from its feathers -- ceremonial meanderings or pagan godheads? You mean so much to me. I found myself searching for purpose in your guidance, relating your eccentricity to that of a Metamorphic swan, or a mermaid. I found myself relating you to the monsters that used to live in the cave beneath my bed. It is my turn to bow at your flowered bed -- to kiss your face again with adoring tears -- placing a flower of eyes upon your mirrored heart as a hand. I remember them saying they took your eyes. This final line is of an acceptance from one Nadja to another: L'enchantment de Nadja. |
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