Tension

I am taut
My guillotine is an adjective in the present:
‘tense’.
I am stretched between two poles
Reality and fantasy.
Those two devils
Reason and desire
Pull at my limbs
Both fight to be the noose
From which I will hang.

Be kind then
I am at that point where
Stars become light and sound.
If even one lash from you
Fell upon my skin
It would be like a wave
Crashing into feather houses.
I will unspool like thread
And unfurl like
the wings of so many falling angels.
I promise you
I will pool at your feet like water
With only the memory
That once I was the boulder
Shouldered by Sisyphus.

-Gathoni Ireri, ‘Tension’.

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