The music blocked what she could not confront;
floor of scattered feathers, trust distorted.
The black and blue had lightened, faded, yet
her bruises failed to find obscurity,
the violence deeper than the marks it leaves,
sea stronger than its dark enormity.
Afternoon’s ambush stamped with aftermath,
mythical lyrics carried out at sea.
Unwritten: Leda’s nightmare of the Swan,
disturbing fated wings maniacal,
night after night the sea’s disturbing pulse,
a throb forbidding pleasantry, the sea
so pitiless it sucks its roaring back—
herself so wrecked willed pen to brokenness.
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