Cycladic Idyll

Lower your eyes. When beauty invades your life with such force, it can destroy you. The two ants hurrying along next to the soles of your feet are burying their summer dreams deep in the ground. The load they are carrying will not crush them. They have measured their strength accurately. Your shadow melts into the shade of the tree. Black on black. Guilt that must remain in the dark, so as to go on defining you. But the glare of those fragments may still hold you. You have no need of adjectives, of devious subterfuge. Every question is a desire. Every answer (you know by now) is a loss. Stay where you are standing. In a while it will overtake you. The clouds do not ask where, they just continue on their way.

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