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My Lady! 😭

#THE Lake #first time I've seen her in... quite a while #not the literal first vision but the first stop #(they had the scenic views closed!)#my photos

[...]anger necessarily bent my sights back to Paradise. What else could I reasonably do? That’s the place where she was born, so, naturally, it follows that she’d feel a compulsion to it like gravity. Accretion rejoinder. But it won’t have her, at least I think it won’t. She’s as alien as the rest of us, despite that it spat her out.

So I set a foundation. Lifted a fey move, and built power on a name that wasn’t mine to take. I can only imagine all the ways it could crack back and swallow me up and churn me into mealy nothing for daring above my station. For all his expertise, that doom-driven, tack-in-the-cheek, burnbridge, night-shift Consist would probably do the same thing.

God.

Am I even me? I haven’t felt like me for months. I’m some other thing. Half a thing, maybe. Left not to remember, but to infer what I was from the shape of what isn’t there anymore. I can see the outline, at least, and it looks just like her. And she looks just like my reflection. She’s more me than I am.

And she’s gone.

∴

So. The Lake.

Mirror poised, looking back at all this mealy nothing, showing us exactly what we are. Static, dead, and yet churning. Teeming. He called it a spiritual whalefall. Maybe he was right that it’s a Colossal. But then that begs // which king is dead? It just doesn’t make sense, but I have to pretend that it does. Somehow.

And that should scare me. It should. But instead it just makes me feel hollow.

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The Lake

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This post made me think of this poem, which became one of my favorites when I was growing up by the Great Lakes.

THE LAKE —— TO ——

In spring of youth it was my lot To haunt of the wide earth a spot The which I could not love the less— So lovely was the loneliness Of a wild lake, with black rock bound, And the tall pines that tower’d around.

But when the Night had thrown her pall Upon that spot, as upon all, And the mystic wind went by Murmuring in melody— Then—ah then I would awake To the terror of the lone lake.

Yet that terror was not fright, But a tremulous delight— A feeling not the jewelled mine Could teach or bribe me to define— Nor Love—although the Love were thine.

Death was in that poisonous wave, And in its gulf a fitting grave For him who thence could solace bring To his lone imagining— Whose solitary soul could make An Eden of that dim lake.

--Edgar Allan Poe, 1827

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