For Kubra

FOR KUBRA Gabriel a. Levicky Who are you my burned, shimmering steppes Goddess? Perhaps Seljuk’s priestess Holding a dagger that erases every illusionary age? You’ve arrived like a confused, lost dove, Carrying secret messages I wish I could devour & Resuscitate as a different mirror. Yes, you are here. Boiling my blind, unbearable fantasy. You might remember me as a speck of dust. There is no one able to replace you. So, I am searching in the ruins to build you a temple, My Goddess of Now. But, wait! Don’t throw these keys away yet… NYC July 2012