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    dots Submission Name: Confluencedots
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    Author: WolfStar
    ASL Info:    26/F/California
    Elite Ratio:    6.85 - 119/130/46
    Words: 138
    Class/Type: Poetry/Longing
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       "The soul is always at the beginning." --- Ralph H. Blum

    Note to readers: for those of you who are unfamiliar with the legend of Ys, here is a short version of the story: Ys was a great city built below sea level, with only a dam and a gate to keep the ocean out. One variation of the story goes that the Devil convinced someone to steal the keys to the gate from the king and the Devil flooded the city until it was no more. In my poem, my reference to Ys is more about the loss of the druidic culture and the rise of Christian power.


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    There is a place
    like Ys before its loss
    that only one has seen.
    I think of it often
    as the supplicant considers
    the confluence of divinity
    and happenstance,
    with fear that one
    will undo the other,
    and praying too hard
    will move a settled man
    into perfidy.

    We are guideless,
    without shape or shadow;
    we leave messages in books
    for others to keep,
    connected by imagined reality
    between the stalks
    formed from absent seeds,
    patterns accepted
    and readapted
    in chronic repetition
    for fear of waiting alone.

    I would rather begin
    with a stranger’s love,
    an accidentally honest word
    that transcends the clangor
    of pretension.

    And maybe then
    I will see
    my own disappearéd Ys
    and sit beside the one
    who saw the water fill the streets
    and knew it would happen so.




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      ...Wow. Just no shortage of good poems this morning. Another favorite, believe it or not; while I've never met you on ES, that was just too well-done to pass up. Keep up the good work, lala'd.

    --crimson echo

    (No, that last word wasn't English.)
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