Sordid Lil' Thing (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} sordidlilthing) wrote,@ 2008-04-22 22:09:00 |
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Notes to the Lilyflower (Or, Why Her World is Round)
I.
It began two hundred thousand years ago (six months ago)
why should it end? Or rather,
how should it. There are those who can break another and sleep at night. I
remember the Queen and the Other, the world
talked behind their backs, but they're still alive.
And me?
II.
Ten Points for the best yet, perfezione as you would put it, almost impossible, the Sun is the Center of the Solar System, an ideallic sphere, paradise in your way, perhaps? God-loves-you, Vitruvius had it right: nothing to add, nothing lacking, a beauty unfathomable, why that's quite ugly isn't it.
III.
You can walk for the earth is flat, and drop your fingers to be eaten by the men on the way.
IV.
"Oh, I haven't seen you in a while!"
"Yes, but have you heard about what happened to her?"
V.
There is an unstoppable media frenzy the moment she reaches the peak of the world. Helicopters dance overhead as cameras focus on an image that will not affect the future of the planet whatsoever. Her determined expression as she lifts her flag is featured in more than a million TV screens in the world, taken in by billions of eyes and hands and teeth. She beams, waves her hand fleetingly, and smiles for the cameras.
And then she slips.
That is what should happen to those who climb high, but in the real world honey, there will be a million hands to break her fall, and who are you to judge them? And they never slip, my dearest, they never stumble, they never fall, they never, love. You're just another button in the elevator to the peak of the world; you'll take her to the top, but she'll be the only one who gets there.
I.
It began two hundred thousand years ago (six months ago)
why should it end? Or rather,
how should it. There are those who can break another and sleep at night. I
remember the Queen and the Other, the world
talked behind their backs, but they're still alive.
And me?
II.
Ten Points for the best yet, perfezione as you would put it, almost impossible, the Sun is the Center of the Solar System, an ideallic sphere, paradise in your way, perhaps? God-loves-you, Vitruvius had it right: nothing to add, nothing lacking, a beauty unfathomable, why that's quite ugly isn't it.
III.
You can walk for the earth is flat, and drop your fingers to be eaten by the men on the way.
IV.
"Oh, I haven't seen you in a while!"
"Yes, but have you heard about what happened to her?"
V.
There is an unstoppable media frenzy the moment she reaches the peak of the world. Helicopters dance overhead as cameras focus on an image that will not affect the future of the planet whatsoever. Her determined expression as she lifts her flag is featured in more than a million TV screens in the world, taken in by billions of eyes and hands and teeth. She beams, waves her hand fleetingly, and smiles for the cameras.
And then she slips.
That is what should happen to those who climb high, but in the real world honey, there will be a million hands to break her fall, and who are you to judge them? And they never slip, my dearest, they never stumble, they never fall, they never, love. You're just another button in the elevator to the peak of the world; you'll take her to the top, but she'll be the only one who gets there.
