Queen of Spades

We die from a lack of imagination.
----Isak. D.

You see the world, live in it, amidst strange people, at a slight angle to the universe. Gently open the door for other people, even when it was closed on you. Because.Untimely departures. Are there any timely ones? Read the schedule. Play the game, show your hand.

Before your time. Someone called your name. With a true heart.

Dark with time, yet still a queen.But not,alas,of hearts. A life weaved around those "if's" and "but yet's". Ec-centric, off-key, out of sync. Look out, but also in. Look out, dear one!

I feel at ease and sad; there's a radiance in my sighs,
My sighs are all of you,
Of you, and you alone...My melancholy
Is untouched by torment or distraction,
And my heart is burning and loving once more.
---Pushkin?

Not a "search" for an image but a finding. Finders keepers. You grow into it. The key: into the most perfect image, mystery coming to light. What is superfluous, falls away. A simple line. A word. Quintessential. The image that is unfinished, and yet whole. Degrees of absoluteness.

I kept your soul in a blue bottle for safekeeping; you, my image close to your heart. Trapped in each other. The glass broke, and the child was a child no more.