#ieronim
but who are you, Theseus, what is your name
behind the name that I call even in my sleep
when there is no memory of the worlds
you have founded
and will
what stays hidden beneath your name that I whisper
with a hunger older than ourselves
with a thirst so fresh in the fleeting moment
that words to name it have yet to be born
who are you to me, Theseus
my lord of many lives
and a hidden essence?
who? the labyrinth of days
shows me a different you
every time I open my eyes
it’s my words that ask, not I
not I who can listen to you with my skin
and can feel you with my hearing,
taste and touch and arrest with a gaze
across expanses bending over the horizon
bridge over the water
cobweb over cliffs
joy
joy over joy
a life-saving answer
maybe
to the riddle
when the time comes
by Ioana Ieronim from Ariadne's Veil
Mar 4, 2023
Mar 4, 2023 at 2:29 PM UTC