ISSN: 1941-4137 |
Volume Six Issue One |
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And I Am Born to the Sunlit World Again — for Persephone This day that splits the year in two tips the balance: light to dark. Shadows rise early in this season. By the thin morning light, each day's shade wakes more grave than the last. I cannot follow the sun like a bird. I'm bound to one who loves the world dark. Now I want a hundred lamps — a thousand lamps! — to light the day. I tunnel upward in secret. Handful by slow handful, I press past the slumbering worms. |