Remember Medusa?

My dumb ox loyalty is
the frozen heart
the frozen stare
of long aloneness
unpeopled even by terror

Remember Medusa,
who could not love
even herself?

Better the flailing
the angry words
burning through the brain
the certain sorrow

than letting go
than the fall
into that abyss

Each life-line of words
years in the making.
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