Happiness resides not in possessions, and not in gold, happiness dwells in the soul.
I’ve already secured a vault in my mind,
To slowly clear out. Without her
Permission, of course, for she would only whine.
When she notices the absence,
Of the phonograph,
Or the bedside lamp,
Or the hairpins,
Or the doorhandles,
I’ll tell her. But not before. She deserves
her shred of glory now. To live in sunshine now.
Before the perishing explanation of peace I hope to
gift her passes my lips as I tell her
where her life has gone.
She’s higher than this now.
She can look around, sure, look around, sure,
For everything she hasn’t got. Or she could glance
at what she has.
O, glory one,
It’s standard. Purpose. Life. Driven. All of it,
Waylaid by the struggles of material. Cast it aside.
Or, stand aside as I do it for you. And cast off your
dress. Unhook your bra. Step out of your shoes.
Your stockings too. They’re what you don’t need.
You’re purer than this.
And I imagine her body. Celestial. Sweat of work glimmering
like stars on that pale figuresse, I caress the sweet silk of her
dress. Before disposing of it.
A tight pucker of a belly button. The centrepiece between the
curves of her waist, flowing down, opaque, to thighs, knees, calves,
And I would fall at her feet, as the whole world should, if I wasn’t
her brother. To pollute her with my touch is toxic, thought
or practice, as I feel her shoulder in my palm.
Her eyes remain open.
And she goes to speak. But I quieten her.
Everything you need to say has been heard. Before you even move
your tongue or your teeth, everyone hears you, everyone responds.
And I respond.
Bite your tongue! Do not ask me. Only listen. Would any goddess,
Living or dead, require anything you say you need? Would any goddess,
Need obsessions, possessions, fodder and filler? Would any goddess,
Oppose the stripping of these things?
To purify, to nourish and exploit,
You are free of all. Your needs are moot, your possessions are forgotten.
Memory is a concept, time is unprepared, will is heightened.
Nothing you need. You need nothing.
So don’t ask me why. Bite your tongue! And raise.
I glance at her again. Empty eyes and the contents of tears streaming from them.
I have wronged her. But care, I do not.
This is for the best. And raise.
I promise her, I swear to her.
My goddess sibling, I swear to you.
You are higher than this. You are a form greater than the solar
system. A curse lifted from the single spoken word of God.
You are the white of snow. I swear to you, even snow is less.
Higher than this material Earth, where your
spirit will attach itself to the clouds. You are deserving.
Let them see you. Let your hair become darker than the night sky.
Let your eyes be the sun and moon, and your sweat be the stars.
Only have yourself. Everything else is polluting.
Tumble and sleep in the empty universe and fill it
with yourself. You are purer than nothing.
So raise yourself.