Inspiration II

There you are—

We meet once again

at the edge of a ravine.

Like lightning—

All at once you grab me up,

lift me onto

the wild horse of your ideas.

Let—

Let us fly off into space—

dance, laugh at the furthest point of the soul.

Let us go drown ourselves in the ravine

shout and groan at the deepest point of thought

Provided only—

That You and I—

bestraddle together our Ideal

tall and proud

though it be upon the ruins of death.

S. Rukiah
tr. after Damais