..and THEN, 1901 years later, i wrote:


i am beautiful:: but for this ravenous decay
i am ugly:: save aside that evanescent glimmer
i am brilliant:: disregard this stone between my ears
i am vapid:: excepting all creation
i trample ALL of Eden:: anchored to my (bit) of infinity
i am free:: to possess this covetous will
.. seeking the sum of what
i am entitled to be captive of my flesh
.. professed professor of Temptation

conquering Want.. bleeding Need
standing still. i feel the rhythm of dance ..
i am too aware of its persistent measure .. ..

Epiphany is waiting. but for what ? ? ?
the faithfully martyred question
What remains this day:: to be learned.. earned
weigh your .truth. upon my fickle balance
do what you will.
i will stay nothing but hunger

i am a priestess of the highest order: Chaos
.. and i have chosen well enough.



caitlin ann, 2001