A
Philosophy of Symbolic Forms
Turn
back the clock
before
time, before God was born….
All
stories begin this way, but few make an end.
A
desert place, a straggly palm, a dancing girl
down
on her luck: none of it is real.
Still,
you hear the ankle bells, and feel
the
heat’s red weltering glow against your skin.
In
this version, the dancing girl’s luck
improved
with each re-telling.
In
this way, she said, before time,
before
God was born, we learn the value of palm shade,
the
burden of innocence, and how to bear it.
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