Embrace the Darkness by Eliza Witte - HTML preview

Eliza Witte

To Daire Nolan.

Credits Front Cover:

Image by Tiebor Dobrady,

“Ahtopol’s Light”,

Private Family Archive.

Credits Back Cover:

Image by Tiebor Dobrady,

“Morning”,

OVERTURE

Sands wild, enraged water.

Lakes in my eyes, I cry, Wail of tides, Universes defiled, Your tears the dead ones respect.

At arrival I truly hoped and believed, My jump was so out of breath, O'er the abyss of words, At the back-set of thoughts

Within the chaos of hell in the depth.

And I ran, and I ran, and I reached to the wall Of my own personal grief.

On my grave of stone, in weeds and alone, Eight-coloured rainbow arose.

Enfants d’Irae, l'orage vous appelle et vous beigne aux gouttes froides et salee.

A l'espoir verte et fermee a clef dans les autels qui sont de pierres blanches.

Et debout devant la mer,

vous attendez et mouriez.

THE REHEARSAL PERIOD

Rule No1: No Compliments!

Pick up the rose and let it dry In a jar without water.

It'll lose its senses, colors, mute And limp so soon, left without its pride, The thorns: The price for a dumb present.

Rule No2: Choose A Partner!

There is this spark, far away, On the other side of my rationality.

It hears my sighs, my smiles, my prayers, Expecting who knows what from me.

It will always be. It is always there, Like I am here for it.

Choreography, Part 1

So there's a reason I am overweight.

The start position will be sitting down.

Legs with traumas slowly cross in hugs.

Like in artistic gymnastics, an assembly for two: Balls and swatters that would break our heads.

Would the youngsters ever see the show?

Choreography, Part 2

“I am so deeply touched.

It is a movement.”

Hai.

「私はとても感動しています。

それは運動です。」

ハイ。

(‘Watashi wa totemo kandō shite imasu.

Sore wa undōdesu.'

Hai.)

[language: Hiragana]

“Arigato tazaimasta, Amateraso San.”

Hai.

「ありがと 他ざいまｓた、

あまテラソ さん。」

はい。

(‘Arigato ta zaima sta, Ama Teraso San.’

Hai.)

[language: Akatana]

Arctic Circle I There were no ships entangled in the glaciers.

There were no seals to show the warmer currents.

There was an isle, more so like a rock within in ocean, And nothing but a gray great vastness.

Arctic Circle II Walking, somehow, only walking.

Destination always clear.

Never reached because of early hours When I have to travel back within my sleep And go to work.

Arctic Circle III Reminiscences colorful as woolen socks.

I lost them somehow one by one, walking on the ice so solid.

My lungs were dead. My clothes were gone, and I still had miles to walk until the Lighthouse.

Arctic Circle IV

Well, I woke up in the snow.

Red porridge, deuce, so mixed with blood.

Was it my own?