THE WEAVE:
Persephone goes to See,
Bernini’s Kore…
"For some, the Dark shines brighter than the Light. We walk backwards, or in the wrong direction, turned around from the glare toward which the many go... The glory on the stage. I shine below. Their floors are my rafters. They dance a jig upon their risers, and Dust falls down, into my hair, like cinder -ella. I have alWays been a cave -dweller, but no One knows much, of that Story. They like to tell me, I was captured. They have carved his fingers, pressed into the marble flesh of my thighs. They want me to tell the Tale of helpless Pain, as their pupils dilate. I have Seen that girl, in my own eyes. I remain unconvinced. I am more inclined to believe, I, the Destroyer, made that man a Master."
Planetary Signatures 