Victors Heart Chimes

 I am Tiresias. Ever-changing constellation of stirring selves, positioned in part on sand and sea, while parts of me rest on the beach with a differing degree of permanency. I am Tiresias. Ever approaching their magnum opus, or at the least growing situated in a working thesis. With cut phrases and sentences stretching across the sky, I’m restringing stars as guiding lights to soften the black crash of night. The tides have turned. The sands have shifted. Time’s slow elegant brushstrokes transform into panicked spurts of energy. The game remains the same and is ever afoot. Hapless Taurus with a splinter in his eye, charged far off course, blinded by shards of prophecy, praying this odyssey home won’t grow worse. It’s in community, unity, taking opportunity, to lift each other up by what we see. Taking wisdom’s cartography and planting seeds inside of me, inside of you. When all the loss stacks up and leaves you bereft of breath, silence pressing inward, col...

  Under the Still Black Sky One last time we looked for lights in the sky.  It’s been months since I’ve seen you. Thank you for joining me tonight. Several final goodbyes broached— we’re catching up under black skies. Step by step up the path, we share stories and strife of our diverting roads to healing, the shock and numb that parting brought to life. The sky was clear and full of stars, but absent of the northern lights that once tethered us to wonder. We stood and shared on the dark hillside, punctuating pause points to take inventory of the sky and see if the lights had yet arrived. You agreed to meet if I kept things light. I wonder if you think of me, why you accepted my invite to come out under cover of night. I compartmentalize and save these things for my next moment alone. A latent sadness backdrops the conversation.  Us stargazing like days of old. Certain topics tabled, forever without reproach. Burning questions I hold still, for we are lost lovers on diverg...

A Line Between Caution and Freedom You, in cutting ties— Said that leaving was a mercy. Ten years shrank: two lone leaves joined together, revolving. Blown through each season, parted from their shared journey, far from home. Rejoining the world when I had forgotten what it meant to be alone. I am free, I tell myself— or that’s the sentiment I receive from your parting remark. I will untether you from me and return again to being plainly me. Or maybe the ties that bind, steeped in time, are ever deep. And as some ill-fated lover of mythology, I’ll roam free— neither lone, nor lived, but an amalgam of your ghost, forever a part of me. I am free while sight dims in my eyes— thief came with little explanation, lingering with no way to return what's gone It’s in the hands of fate or God how long I will see with clarity. Somewhere between fear and “fuck it,” I march through my days. Grateful for seeing today. For friends and family who see me whole. For company that softens this invisib...