vitamine

Magic and Loss

I met a maleficent moment on her way to her dressing room
she misconstrued a comment I made about her high heels
her eyes pierced mine for a spell
it seemed like eternity before she said
'achilles, it's almost time'
I turned red
she turned around and walked away
before I could reply
a spear grazed my thigh
I looked back and there she was
arrayed in athena's helmet and shield
in the middle of the battlefield

'just a moment' I cried
then instantly died



For some time it was I who was Omri, dying without warning, without having a chance to finish my last song.. this vision kept recurring and I couldn't write anything because I knew it would never be finished.. I once read a wonderful story in which a playwright is being executed and while he stands in front of the execution squad he asks god for a year to finish his masterpiece play. God grants this. He stands, immobile, in front of a frozen world and inside an inanimate body, his brain the only motion the world perceives, and he finishes his last play in his mind, writes it into his memory. Just as soon as the play is done the year is over, the frozen bullets fly and he is dead an instant after giving birth to something truly divine. No one in the outer, tangible world had had a chance to hear any part of it, but it wasn't for other people that he created it - it was for his own redemption. I keep thinking that Omri, in his last instant, requested and was granted that same year. I know he created something so magnificent and beautiful that the loss of it reverberated through the ages, warping and distorting time, echoing up and down and through the walls and shadows of the corners of the earth, waking up the dead and lulling them back to sleep, imprinting itself unalterably in the memory of the universe.