today becomes yesterday,
tomorrow becomes today,

now becomes earlier,
later becomes now,

present becomes past,
but isn't it sad that
what we thought is our future,
not always become our present?

- s. r.

In the story of Patroclus
no one survives, not even Achilles
who was nearly a god.
Patroclus resembled him; they wore
the same armor.

Always in these friendships
one serves the other, one is less than the other:
the hierarchy
is always apparant, though the legends
cannot be trusted--
their source is the survivor,
the one who has been abandoned.

What were the Greek ships on fire
compared to this loss?

In his tent, Achilles
grieved with his whole being
and the gods saw
he was a man already dead, a victim
of the part that loved,
the part that was mortal.

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Such are the inlets of the mind—
His outlets—would you see
Ascend with me the eminence
Of immortality—