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Prosperpina (II) Oct. 18, 2002 ] 12:24 PM Sullen September hails Onerous October Shaking out her sun-drenched hair Letting it drape in curls of Overbright pearls On the dark and heavy earth. Seated in supplication upon the Damp earth of her new estate, Her eyes remember the cerulean Silver lined bead of the new sky That never framed those porcelain days Of her carefree youth when she was A child, of nodding flowers, humming bees, Ripe ears of wheat, singing birds, Watering shoots, green mossy banks The sky was blue in its entirety. Then was then, the world was bright Held fast in a blooming simplicity Unadorned by man-made trumpery. Now is now, within the depths of her ivory mask The silenced voice echoes from the past, "Free me, Mother, from stone vaults, And ripe rubies, the dark onyx of His eyes, the quiet cries Echoing in caverns of silence, Such sacrifice." Second of two Prosperpina poems wax ] wane