Catch the whiplash of her bow – freeze it
into bronze – flash it into living stasis –
ardently refuse to exorcise the breathing
basis of your wish to enter every moment –
empty of dimension save the sleek suspension
of eternity: full of that sweet sourceless light
and solace that ignite the spirit: spear it
like Diana spears sublimity – every taste
of anything you hunt and chase and capture
is divinity. All that she can tell you otherwise
is that your life is evanescently arriving
and departing, all at once, before her eyes.
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