half-way

'Took my heart to the limit,
and that's where it's going to stay.'

(as pop songs go, this ain't half bad. Bob, forgive me!)

Well, Cornelius?

'Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet'

Fragments, fragments is all we have. Hold them carefully in the palm of your hand. Close your hand, flesh to flesh, like the circle of earth, when night becomes day, and opposites meet. The hollow of the hand, the locus of prayer. The deal was done. Give me back what was mine. This world in miniature, like a speck of dust in your eye. And yet, it still brings tears!

How many images go up in to the making of a human soul? Perhaps only one. The mirror broke, the ice queen relented, and now I hold pieces of her heart in my hand.

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Little r has, in one hand, throughout the day, either Billy Badger or Rupert the Bear. It's strange what we become attached to, what we become used to. Even a silly face has its charms after a while. And prisoners, no doubt, reconcile themselves with the marked faces of their fellow prisoners, as if sharing a common fate could eliminate the memory of freedom.

~~~

"You must have a lantern in your hand to give light, otherwise all the materials in the world are useless, for you cannot find them, and if you could, you couldn't arrange them."
---Coleridge.

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