see the white strip—?
the other—
the beyond—?
i’ve long stopped waiting for it
to move nearer.
i stopped.
this
is shelter.
asylum.
refuse turned refuge.
day by day,
the dark swathes
all around me;
the white strip
out of reach.
nothing is added.
nothing goes away.
nor does that needle
burning white,
buried
deep—
that there might come that instant
when eyelids do fly open
now kept no more aslumber
by no numb, no-end dream—
that instant when the [...]

here I am
not believing my senses
the mesmerised mermaid
the seductress seduced
sinking — drowning —
the velvety wafts and waves of your voice
let them flow, let them rush,
let them wash me all over —
the silenced one, the subdued —
yes, again, and again,
and again.
(c) Mairi Vinersar
25 mai 2008
http://iniscendeaparma.livejournal.com/

the mermaid @ DA

Original
One man on a lonely platform
Revisited, DA page

hi-res A3
here

like a daydream or a fever

you grabbed my hand and we fell into it

these are truly the last days