The parodos is the opening act of a Greek tragedy…Need I say more?

 

Parodos

———

 

Once Naus was real.

Now she is but a butterfly

drowned inside of me,

a poppy, snapped by the ploughshare

at the edge of the cornfield,

not yet fully blossomed,

still at the brink of

conquering the heavens,

still calculating her savage crusade,

as appropriate for her

young years,

deprived, happily, of dreams

that break up too soon.

 

And I, tied to the mast,

knew I was rocked

in her ever shifting fantasy,

hovering like a butterfly in disbelief

at the edge of regret

and grief.

 

 

Soundtrack: Tiny Tears (Tindersticks: ,,Tiny tears, pour out all over…Don’t pour them all over me.”

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