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“The Church of Pasiphaë” inside the church of me a heart on fire blazes brighter than any morning star you could capture to wish a life away, a Lawrence forest ripped, lit like a funeral pyre I wish I may I wish I might caught up in your burning man dreams you bow before my temple night and day to worship like an eremite all the numbers of me chide me now with your ample laughter ripening your lips, warmed wet to caress my mind whisper traces of your visions slowly down along the spine of my story where quills watch and listen to the crackling in our eyes before me your genuflection to the stoking of fire the smouldering velvet diadem I have burned the brightest for you calling all that is love to consume me Daedalus knew me well, he drew me in his mind all my curves winding I was never that which was caged caught up in it all but not at all what you were expecting I was centrifugal, inside me, some other; some other creature one might hazard in a dark dream, a monster walked out, towards you, questioning your mind more than desire, more than light striking electric rods to defibrillate a heart waning in the deepest dark night’s daze, I had burnt the worst of it, you, I considered, sacrificial Here I stand ablaze Pasiphaë holding both bright stars in my two hands weighing each the other's demands valuing more, my true worth (LadyLabyrinth / 2022) "Fountains on Fire"/Elysian Fields https://youtu.be/c6rHreVBpU0 'Draw your knowledge of the past from me and read the ancient tales of learned lore. Look neither at the page of Homer, nor of elegy, nor tragic muse, nor epic strain. Seek not the vaunted verse of the cycle; but look in me and you will find in me all that the world contains'. Photios I of Constantinople Bibliotheca (Pseudo-Apollodorus) “This is what I believe: That I am I. That my soul is a dark forest. That my known self will never be more than a little clearing in the forest. That gods, strange gods come forth from the forest into the clearing of my known self, and then go back. That I must have courage to let them come and go. That I will never let mankind put anything over me, but that I will always try to recognize and submit to the gods in me and the gods in other men and women. There is my creed.” D.H. Lawrence “Beauty is truth, truth beauty - that is all Ye know on earth, and all you need to know” John Keats Daedalus https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daedalus labyrinth Pasiphaë Pasiphaë https://www.greeklegendsandmyths.com/pasiphae.html D.H. Lawrence https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/D._H._Lawrence John Keats https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Keats https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bright_star,_would_I_were_stedfast_as_thou_art LYRICS/"Fountains on Fire"/Elysian Fields, Jennifer Charles https://genius.com/Elysian-fields-fountains-on-fire-lyrics

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