Surrounded by the bustle
Happens but once a year
Like breakfast in America
Rare and unusual,
Unease creeps along the skin
The raise and fall of a gander's nips
Blessing her arms with its awkward anesthetic.
One, five, ten faces all reflecting his graces,
A book lies open upon her lap,
Pencil residue
Masking the words she read but exhales before.
Hidden, camouflaged, towering above the others,
Humans
All around yet faded into past like derelict ruins time forgot.
Connection, recognition, absolution,
Creation, muted wonderings, amplified silence.
And then abandoned, again, this time reality is torn away
Two beings sit on the confines of instability.
Toes curling the edge of time's plateau
As they plummet heavenward from fantasy into life
Stark realization marring her face.
Crashing through the Valkyries' web of glass
Her aura shredded about her
She has no place to fit in
Sodden blue gaze meets frightfully hazel stare
In a pirouette of giddying bleak nightmares
Hand slips into palm
Walk.
Face twisted towards Elysium
Neck laid bare for shadow to grace
Emblazoned symbols guard her heart
As blades rip from her shoulder and ward off obscurity
Valhalla calls to her tauntingly,
Forcing her to choose between her soul and Heis
All seasons traveled in one monotonous Norwalk afternoon
