The dust of a bygone civilization seeps into my nostrils and creates there, in the midst of the cosmos of my being, a lustful, lascivious need to rise again, a tremendous desire to be reborn. For having already died once, and then, perhaps, being given this second chance… To be thus rewarded, to be so divinely favored, would raise my soul once conquered in offering and, like manna to my ascending spirit, breathe new life into it. my ephemeral being But new beginnings aren’t easy to come by, for mortals and immortals alike. Not in this… Not in any life. This does not mean that they are never possible. Rather, only the rarity of such a gift would be the rule, and not the exception.
So if you ever come across such a glorious and blessed endowment, don’t turn it down, as I did… Don’t turn it down, as I did… It’s there but for the taking. Then, after a most foolish act, when perhaps a scene of insult was enacted, a scene of stupid reprimand… Something very desired to retract… Something very desired to atone… To make amends because… Do not hesitate, as I did… Because you may soon find that the moment is gone… The sun has already set… And that part of your life, dead… Hits a brick wall, to an end… To a miserable… Stupid… Damn… End!
At that time, please communicate! Just reach out and take that offering with the quickest of grace, risking life, limb, and yes… Even soul… Just get down on your knees to try… To try one more time… To try again… Get it right.
So, for you, oh Nidia, my love of centuries past, for you, my love, if you ever come back. Please, I know this time, oh God, yes, please, yes, this time… Please, I know… It will be done well!