it's a strange line we walk
what we deem comfort -
renewed perspective
makes me shudder
I willingly lay in the arms of Death
who am I when not cocooned ~
I fear I could be the emptiness
my own screams of warning
fall on deaf ears
I need this moment
this moment that will strengthen me
validate my existence
I know better than to cling -
my fingertips touch only my own
I'm grounded in my body, eyes open
both within and outside of this beautiful horror
though held in place by it
thankful -
as Death has much to do
how precious I must be to be in his hold
I listen
to
his
heart
beating
it's there ~
da dum da dum da dum
its disconnect from life, so palpable
want and rejection
the two sides of the coins
I turn over in my pocket
knowing one day
they will weigh my eyelids shut
because after all
I am the co-conspirator
of every cold embrace
To Austrian Egon Schiele
human anatomy was oh so real
By censors he was put in the dock
as his paintings were a great shock
The Austrian Egon Schiele was a caution
a painter of geture&figurative distortion*
The human anatomy he loved to depict
sadly dyng young in '18 flu epidemic
*https://www.wikiart.org/en/egon-schiele
There is a
Strange quality to my memory of Albertina and
Leopold's corner at
mulled wine scented streets I walked
covered with a veil of calmness but
A few things were somehow not
the way I wanted them to be there was
A different kind of energy to
This lonely endaveour
I came mostly for Schiele but enchanted by Kokoschka in Belvedere encouraged despite the magic's lack of presence
To carry on through the coldness of the countless
passages
Only later I discovered
That the magic never left me
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