Tag Archives: archetype

YOUR STORY

the moment I stepped into
your boudoir, your bower
your magical
room
beyond all rooms

down otherside the main road

way
below the University
due South
of the Mountain

I realized our story
might be wonderful
but we
do not share
the same fairy tale
are of
misplaced and
out of key archetype
as genre goes
along that spectrum at
opposite ends

and yet for an instant that
branching moment of
entanglemen
of which the great
tale of
quantum tells

we looked at each other giddy
with the spectre
of possibility
and yet

not with the power to
rewrite, retell

do that zany, sexy Zarathustra thing

of breaking moulds
redefining all that hitherto
we were
and believed
about ourselves