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STATEMENT: THIS MY CREDO I have been leaving messages for you wherever I go for years; letters & drawings; like some castaway, that lonely desert island which no man is said to be. You are ever in my thoughts & yearnings. How did we come to part? Do you remember? I will never understand. When will I see you again? My heart's companion, my very heart itself, I drop these pages into the waters to be carried with the waves to places I am not. This uncertain means has been the nature of our correspondence. I have always been lost & I leave these scraps along my way as Hansel & Gretel left breadcrumbs which birds carried away, having no better plan. Just so wind & water & birds & the thousand accidents of time sweep away these pages at times erasing & at times partly remaking them. When I come upon the pages at a later time I scarcely recognize my hand. Did you find them perhaps? Add your own lines, your own pages? We are rivers. We stand touching our beginnings with memories & these bodies formed of water, which hasten to that salt sea where many waters are gathered. I begin, in this point in the stream, to hear a distant roar. I am visited by gulls. In this place of tides you are missing which is why I say that I am lost for you were ever my North Star. Standing upon this island that I am not my thoughts turn to you with longing. I promise to look for you where the waves strike the shore. A river lies before me. I drop pages onto the surface that they may find the sea. The substance of all that is written here may be held within a breath. |
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