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I love to be beautiful in alarming ways
through yes and yes again, the double positive,
I manifest from seedlings of desire, entire
catapulting possibilities. I’m always
at the front of every queue, aren’t you? More active
than I’ve ever been, I tune my words to lyrics
from the gold and silver ages. I’m magical—
that is to say, I still have wings. The colour of
my eyes depends on what I hear around me when
appearances, aspiring to be biblical,
crowd in. Indifference to the lie of painful love
stings only for an instant. Unprolonged and then,
that beauty I’ve been chasing shows herself through me,
takes hold of all my instruments, and I am free.


© Elaine Stirling, 2014
Image of Minoan fresco comes from