Defining Self...an older poem~

Irreverent Contradiction

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I am eider
lifted on fragile breath,
a timid whisper.
A tempest,
driver of internal storms,
brutal in belief.
Feet of stone,
heart in epic realms.

I dance
in Aphrodite’s temple
where ageless fires rage.
Eternal tender
of love’s flame-
pulsing swirl of liquid light.
A watcher
in frigid caverns
beneath a buried age
of pensive need.

I am Erato,
on pointe I spun,
robed in joy.
Tumbled from a height
beyond measure,
spilled and left
unsanctified.
A worshipper
bathed in the light
of a ceaseless moon.
Seen or unseen,
burned by faith’s constancy.

I am an unbounded sea-
undulating,
unfathomable,
drowningly deep-
abysmal.
A meandering stream,
singing over sand
and sun-splashed rock.
A rivulet
in time’s tranquil run.

Sailor on the cusp of hope.
Plodder on the edge of reconcile.
Dreams, old and new
that shoot across
a million eons
singe my fingertips.