It has already been ten years since the fourth Indiana Jones adventure hit the screen. Upon release it was met with fairly positive critical reception and simultaneously hammered with angry…
I. I n M e m o r i u m
My Love My Heart My Soul
Tell me
Tell me
Tell me
Do not abstract yourself into an artifice any more
It has been too long
Too long
Suture my heart with your rib eyes/A Symposium for your Symphonic undertonic adoration
Pluck a star from Zeus’s eye and keystone the Sapphire gem into yours and mine/Our arms, one and many, fractured while we are apart
Two twixt four longing for the whole, my soul in yours, my heart beating for the halves of the Conglomeration
Messy and bloody/Cut down the middle rupturing Two sternums Two eyes Two hearts Two minds
Love me, until you cannot
Anymore
Upon a star, upon the Sapphire gem, swear our severed souls Henceforth
II. I n T e m p o r i u m
They are not strangers I see ourselves in them
Their eyes iridescent, glossy glass. Strange luminescent, orbs that fixate and keen a knowledge that I stop mid sentence. They are not ready. They are never ready. For a fortitude that they gravitate toward, cunningly, gaspingly.
What would you say to them? I wonder often.
When time stops, and I yearn for you in the Heavens, I feel your consciousness pressed solidly against mine. Our unity compresses a canyon against our bodies until we are listless once more.
How could they know? How could they understand?
I bequeath a taste onto their lips, but they run.
They are frightened, you would hasten to say, and the sutures in my heart pop against the strain in my chest. For I know you are right.
You always were.
III. I n M o r t e m
Zeus, god all gods, father of all fathers, god of thunder and lightening
Walked the Great Red Spot until he saw a bestial creature with four arms, two heads, and one heart on a Blue Giant Star. The heart, Zeus noted, pulsed as a furnace through the creature’s porous skin, so translucent and untainted by the fettered universe
When Zeus pressed his monstrous fingers against this probing heart, it beat faster and faster and faster, until
Until
One vein
Two
A feint, then collapse
Zeus reached for exudated gloves, a surgical steel at the pinpoint of four universes responding, a void approximating
A heart fracturing
He cut until there was not much left except
Fearful that probing fingertips or watchful ears would embark on a journey of their own malicious will, it would never beat again
Zeus cast the lovers into the Green Crystal Nebula, far from their home on the Sapphire Isle. He cut and spliced, furnished and refurnished, made and remade until he broke two creatures from the perfect whole.
When she looked into her lover’s eyes, her heart bubbling with ash until it charred and then blackened, she reached for him.
And then she wept.
IV. I n A m o r e m
Love does not perish so readily
I am searching for you, through Spiral Arms, through the Tarantula Nebula, to suspended altercations in time
When the liminal is made
And unmade
In this Island of Stars, I cling to a half truth, a half body, a half life that you whispered in my ear long ago: Είμαι δικός σας και είστε δικοί μου
From Zeus’s eye, I pluck a Star, which I will place in your hair, drawing you to me, and we will run
Who are we Who are we Who are we
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