Summertime (The Correspondence)

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Illuminance, my Shadow,

 

Grace us!

We can quote Plato to the sun.

He'll just shout it back at us

But we'll get at Him someday

With something new...

You're a poet

In the way Plato was a poet

In the way Freud was a poet

In the way I want to be a poet

In the way Freud was a philosopher

In the way Plato was a philosopher,

You do understand.

I'm absolutely serious.

I mean what I say and I say what I see.

I'm blind... but what with of the early sun

And the late harvest moon and the great light of

Fireflies, the blind boy saw his shadow.

 

Spring came slowly. Then summer.

 

It took you four seconds to prove that

You knew everything I did.

How dare you? How dare you!

And otherwise pretend you're real?

You are nothing but that item

I could have been

If I hadn't already

Tried too hard.

Thank it all I'm not you!

My dear pretty Shadow.

 

Let me breathe! Let me see!

Let me be what I want to be, oh yes, all that

But I'm not looking forward

To the effort. I'll need to break free?

Oh, neither are you! What can we

Do about it? We're human,

We're human, we've always been

Susceptible. Oh! Always.

 

Elusive for ever,

The Mind

(prisoner of the Body)

 

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Darling Mind,

 

You're getting ahead of yourself.

You can indeed quote Plato to the sun,

But have you read any Plato?

How much of what you tell us,

Yourself, your surroundings,

Is deeply embedded in hyperbole?

It is my duty to disillusion you.

You are not so elusive as you might think,

Though among the few of us you hold the going.

You are not blind, and you have no right

To compare yourself to that boy.

I'm flattered that you think me a poet.

I can assure you that I am more than

You without the further definition.

You should have realized earlier,

Effort is never a welcome requirement

And you have always been susceptible.

 

Forgive me,

Illuminance, your Shadow

(sun-dog of the Body)

 

P.S. I strongly suggest that you get a proper name.

What would you prefer? Something Jungian... Persona? Anima?

 

P.P.S. Is this a royal we? It had better not be.

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