Too much logic has made me feel forced to prove the worth and relevancy of this statement and that's a problem. It isn't about logic or relevancy, if then, transitive, that isn't important. It stands on its own and it doesn't need to be proven true because it is, it is true for anyone who has ever done anything great and gorgeous and felt that then crushing stifling sense at the end of it that they will never do anything so great again. That the climax of life came too early.
Looking at some words I wonder how they ever got there, because I don't even recall thinking of them, no less putting them to paper, and I feel sure that I could never recreate such an emotion again.
Some people walk the world as deities and some people fall. It is not so hard to accept a fate that has taken a direction other than deification. It is only hard if once have been on that road the road drops off and falling fast you wish you'd never been so high because being already on the ground would have hurt so much less. Never having tasted ambrosia, mortality comes easily.
But I was there
Ambrosia on my lips and I could taste it
Sweet, ripe, round
Luscious dripping down
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Trailing sticky sweet over chest
To bare legs and green grass
And then it fell, following
The nectar to some place we knew not of
And forgive me for I couldn't follow
With empty hands
Words were hollow, worthless things
Never having tasted it
They were so sorry that I'd lost it all
Pity burned the traces of the taste
It would have been a fairer fate
To have started somewhere there
Down where it had fallen
D
O
W
N
And falling far too fast
I collapsed, flying past the fruit
Onto cold, hard ground
The passers-by didn't seem to mind
They'd been there such a long time
"It isn't so bad," they said
I felt the course of sugar on my skin then
And closed my eyes
Licking my finger
Reminding myself that they were wrong
The taste was not a lie.
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