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Descent
Elegant
In their metered brutality
You wove your
measured words
Into their
net
Of image and illusion,
And allusion,
and meanings
Paired and
matched and
Shading down
Into that drawing,
draining, drowning
Depth.
So that when
the fools arrived, at last,
At the destination, destined,
Devastating
End --
When they fell,
Until they
landed,
Until the journey's
end leapt
Up and hit
them with the revelation
Of where they were
And where you
had brought them
caught them
-- Taught them
That they had, in the end,
Descended --
Of their own will and freely --
Then and only
then do they see
The net, above, and around,
And know
That the difference
Between a net
and a wall
is the holes.
The gaps in the weave.
And that through
those interminable, interring interstices, they...
Fell.
De
profundis, Domina, clamant ad te.
From
the depths, O Lady, they cry out to thee.
Graphics
courtesy of
trajectories observed since 8/23/01.
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