What does one do for eternity? One grows bored with
ambrosia, one’s own powers, getting everything and everyone one wants. All
desires fulfilled means no desire can be fulfilled. So every immortal adopts a
petty project. Turning sailors to swine. Helping one single traveler find his
way home. Tormenting that traveler. And tens, hundreds, thousands of mortals
die as a consequence, but that’s the way it is with mortals, always needing to prove
to themselves that they are mortal. Each other’s image: petty, swinish, noble,
lost, searching for that desire true enough to be truly worth all one’s time.
October night
the stars come down to join
the geese in the pond
the geese in the pond
final float
ReplyDeletethese leaves of seed
windless moon