Silver – stanza 27

That is, by and large, all the books told
Allison, plagued with a confusion of thoughts
And desires, prepared to dance with me
Deeply – too deeply – in love with me
While tormented by mistrust for Courlain
Befuddled by reasons, she couldn’t explain
Binding our fates, hers, mine and Courlain
You can see, I can see, in her final entry
That Silver was beginning to emerge
Within Allison’s personality, the cross
Into knowledge that began with her muscles
Slowly exploded with memories, thoughts
Analysis and feelings, transforming the girl
Into more than the woman she was destined
By birth to become, into a knowledge stretching
Across eternity, so many women, so much
Love, trials, struggles, deaths, adventures
Allison took her time that day, the hours
Before performance are often spent in ritual
Warming and stretching, mental disconnection
Praying to our personal gods, touching our
Icons and good luck pieces, reciting
The aphorisms, collected since birth, repeating
The wisdom of fools encountered while
Young, before we are savvy enough to
Recognize their real source, but Allison
Found herself in a new routine, expanded
Beyond what she usually did, neglecting
Her old ways and mindlessly attending new

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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