might be recognized among the others
in Elysium towards the gates of Dis.
The light was pale,
compounding dawn and twilight,
a haze made immaterial
the hillside banked with myrtle and oxalis.
A stream ran there,
thin tributary to Lethe
forbidden to the living to drink.
I knew I'd never find you if I tarried
but searched the windless banks beside the stream.
There, at a meander,
grew a leafless tree and beside it
the rosebush half submerged in bramble.
Such a sense of hindrance
under the heavy sunlight slowed my progress
that I wondered if I'd ever reach my goal.
Do not pluck me
said the rose upon the rosebush
What you see is not a guidepost for the living
but a memory awaiting a second death
Let me put my root downwards into Lethe
in Elysium towards the gates of Dis.
A wind began to blow.
I watched as the last petals
fell away; some scattered downstream.
Euridice is not retrieved to daylight, and Isaac
is sacrificed time and again.
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