The past intrudes upon this moment....
Cassandra has left us fallen and afraid,
As Truth destroys our myths and misconceptions.
We are stranded in a world reconnecting
Through the energies of a new universe.
Cassandra speaks,
But we do not hear. . .
Cassandra listens,
But we fumble for words
That ultimately betray us
Even as Cassandra betrayed and was betrayed.
Cassandra dances to decaying decibels
Of Time's disintegration. . .
We seek Cassandra's muse
In music and images,
In movement and miracles,
In the technology of ourselves
We shape new mysteries. . .
Cassandra is consumed
In the bitter-sweet enslavement
Of links to blinking worlds on endless screens. . .
Silence aching to be filled,
The emptiness of Now,
Redeemed by creating,
By the Knowing
That was the essence of her being. . .
New ages fragment the meaning
of Cassandra,
And we glimpse her in the dissolution
Of ourselves.
