"Untimeliness"

a response to the poem below

i stand back in awe as you smile

you soar so beautifully, my darkest angel

i suspect that this is not the first time

and that i am not your first.

yesss, i am close to lifelessness

drained of all emotion as this baptism continues.

the metronome continues to tick and tick and tick my untimely
demise.

each demanding tick consumes yet another precious drop of my lonely life force.
this gift is willingly given as i embrace your everything

your everywhere as i slip away but at life's highest cost.

wait, that is right, i have no life, it was taken centuries
ago.

you smile so radiantly as you feel my breath

as you know the true end is swiftly approaching.

you lean forward as i softly whisper

?your wish was my command

?you have learned life's lessons well my love

?use them not only on the unsuspecting but to deceive the
one's you wish to submit.

?life's elixir is nearly depleted, just a few breaths left

?take my hand and look lovingly into my undead eyes

?bathe there one last time r e m e m b e r i n g all, f e e l
i n g all

?any regrets?

sad eyes well with tears as their unspoken beauty whisper
their honesty

leave me not alone in this god foresaken place take me with
you.

as i began to die, your fingers tenderly touched each line on
my face

as you burned my image into your contours.

since you knew i must make this journey adeen

you quietly began to sew yourself into my shadow

so that you could remain my dark reflection

you could be with me in each place i went

you could hear every sound i made

and divinely dwell in the obscurity

that would surround me

?that could have surrounded us.

`T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova
13.10.01

shhh?

slowly come here?

look into my prominent eyes.

can you see your reflection?

for the first time?

the depths of my being

frighten the promise of your existence.

by taking my distilled hand

the spell is broken

into tiny punitive pieces of fear

each minute ticks by in the metronome of time.

you've learned to deceive

a gift with different faces

but hear the sound of the

tick

tick

tick?

the misconception is your shadow.

I

the incubus?

have taken you by surprise

a whisper in the dark

I shed light on your nebulous cloud

each day ticks by in the metronome of time

you seek my pain

do my thoughts suffice?

Yes, drink all of me..

as I prepare a picnic of sorrow.

the winds breathe of you

the trees dance to our tune of sanctity

my destined concubine?

listen to the

tick

tick

tick?

as each year ticks by in the metronome of time.

Am I now lifeless?

Or do I live in your temple?

As sacred as it may seem

fickled thoughts seep out pores

like a baptism of reminiscence

we have been here before

and once again you are Everywhere

you are Everything

you are a part of me

and

I

am your shadow.

look now..

as a lifetime ticks by in the metronome of time.

written by E. Gonzalez 29.8.01