As Yet Untitled

As Yet Untitled

After Ovid’s Metamorphoses, particularly lines 5-30.

Go on, then.
Tell me which.
I guess it doesn’t matter, since both are disappointing.

 

Vain, desperate, well-intentioned hubris
To deface a void.
To polish nothingness into a mirror
As if it needed you.

 

No?

 

Lonely, then,
And nobody to tell.
Well, here I am. How is your loneliness today? Better? Worse? The same?

 

Your turn
Ask me
It’s worse

 

That’s all.
You can go now.
Go find something to amuse yourself with –
A bird, or a sunrise, or something.

 

Pale Blue Dot - Voyager I
you never call, you never write...

(get in touch!)
you never call, you never write...

(get in touch!)