there was no telling how long she might have stayed in the sanctuary
facing off with the sun so mighty
she may have been studying its sultry slowness
she may have been thinking of you
she was beset by images of a racing painting with
a falling star at its core
she traced this back to her ardent desire to blaze and sink as she pleases
to forge and flush a new horizon each day
she would sit and transcribe the light of the sun for all time if
it was her calling
she had an exceptional aptitude for doing what she liked
as if fulfilling her promise to herself was intoxicating
ecstatic
romantic
vital
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this particular sequence of time was dedicated to the enjoyment of
the slow rotation of the earth
morning turning to evening turning to night
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she especially loved the sunset because it heralded a transition
and because it was one in itself
dramatic and silent
striking and alone
she wondered if she had to reenter a mundane world
where civilians laboured instead of basking in the sunset
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she pondered her plan and read over her notes
nodding in affirmation all the while
I could do this forever
she thought to herself
only this wasn’t a matter of how
she was telling you — in confidence —
where to find her.
intoxicating. ecstatic. romantic. vital.
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