Out from beneath this black lace tunic (noctis - to perish) my one good eye scans for stars for any flash spark or intersection of a fiery tail across leaf-naked limbs that might force a revision of constellations into new meaningless shapes
My one good eye scans for stars weeps wishes waits for the fall - the one sure thing
There Awe Just there
Estranged sections of the star hunter fold into a cluster - it is Orion that comes with sword unsheathed melts pours down through the maze of leaf-naked limbs and the black lace tunic (noctis - to perish) to find me
Weeping wings my wish for the song but the Prima Mobile is silent no word from God only sparks that rise from shoulders draped with lionskin a fiery tail that smolders sulfurous in the air above us Only Orion mute and faceless in the sparking dark has come to stand over me to raise his sword with both hands high I am paralyzed by knowledge I know what this is and choose only to observe my heart's steady beat my breath's rise and fall steady steady the steadiness of inevitability
I close my one good eye and hear the song steel sings through rape of air - the sweet noted double edged convergence - before it strikes so swift so sure of its mark
I am cleaved it two Two perfect halves pour blood out into the black lace tunic (noctis - to perish) up through leaf-naked limbs that part the sky to stir a stirring fueling a distant golden fire that spreads through the miasmic chaos to begin the sacred division of all things
Halved I recover from the blow and from the bleeding more easily than from the violence of light that first exposes then burns to ash my beloved tunic my leaf-naked limbs
The half I do not feel swells slowly takes a broad-shouldered shape
raises one arm like a dull but mighty sword and plods off - without a name - out of sight It has seen neither me nor my seeing
With joy with pain with my one good eye I perceive that it has not been halved indeed it is whole and mine alone - accordingly fear makes its first entrance into matter that was void
With it I see in all directions and know my first task - I must seek new cover and keep my song to myself
About the Author
Jullian Ambrosegreen has completed novels, books of short stories, and poetry in between studying culinary arts in Paris, dance in Yellowknife, painting in Winnipeg, living on a trapline in BC, and completing a BA in English at the University of Lethbridge. She has only recently begun to submit her work. She has been published in Canadian Literary Journals; Room of One's Own, Other Voices, and Prairie Fire. E-journals (upcoming) saucyvox, cezannescarrot.
My main focus in art is color, design and composition. I have a true passion for color as the art subject itself - how colors fit together, how they communicate with each other within the design, how certain colors combined with one another evoke a certain feeling - this is paramount in my work. I am a social worker, artist and poet living in Austin, TX. Read More...
Jullian Ambrosegreen has completed novels, books of short stories, and poetry in between studying culinary arts in Paris, dance in Yellowknife, painting in Winnipeg, living on a trapline in BC, and completing a BA in English at the University of Lethbridge. She has only recently begun to submit her work. She has been published in Canadian Literary Journals; Room of One's Own, Other Voices, and Prairie Fire. E-journals (upcoming) saucyvox, cezannescarrot. 
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