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The legend of Troy muses on how she got a bad rap.

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Burnt (Helen Speaks)


I have met you before. You were
Somebody else. My gaze
Says nothing, my fingers,
My lips.

I am still as the core of a
January northeaster
Waiting for the sky to grow
Clear with its cold fire,
The stars.

My skin is singed with their
Half-life, a wafer gone yellow,
Harsh, crisp, brittle
From one passing love, and then
The next and the next-----
Really, a whole legion...

That is what I dream of
And wake sensing no loss,
Only a huge hushed din.
It’s a riots’ aftermath.

I’m here to tell you
That’s why this won’t work.

Once, like an epic
Such a potential passion might
Have risen to quell the burning.
Then, from the ocean, we would
Have flown, a couple of comets
To the heavens.

Presently I am wiser,
Having no fantasy wooling my eyes.
The most steadfast lover is sadness,
Sometimes stern, but authentic.
Earlier you called me angel.

That’s when I fell.
Lies, lies.
Troy remembers

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from Whispers of Arias (I), released December 24, 2012

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A resident of NY, Stephen Mead is a published outsider artist, writer, maker of short-collage films and sound-collage downloads. If you are at all interested please place his name in any search engine in conjunction with any of the above-mentioned genres for links to his multimedia work and merchandise. To order CDs via VISA or PayPal please visit stephenmeadmusic.weebly.com ... more

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