Janus

“I’ve lived this life between. Not one, but two. My feet have walked in dream and stepped in blood. I’ve flown so far I know the music of a distant star, and I have slept in mud.”

Head of Janus, Vatican museum, Rome, by Loudon Dodd, CC BY-SA 3.0 on Wikipedia

Janus

I’ve lived this life between.

Not one, but two.

My feet have walked in dream.

And stepped in blood.

I’ve flown so far

I know the music of a distant star,

And I have slept in mud.

Two lives I’ve lived:

One, unforgiven, haunted by a sound –

The high-pitched, birdlike scream

Of human fear,

One free, and high, and clear.

I’ve climbed the peaks

And seen high mountains

Shining white with snow.

I’ve stalked

The watchful menace

Of a late-night walk

Through hateful streets.

With eyes I’ve watched.

With cold eyes I have watched

These lives of mine.

And after all these years

I still can’t say which life is true and real

And which is just a mask.

Its only task:

Obscure. Deceive. Conceal.

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Christopher Scott Thompson

Photo by Tam Hutchison.

is an anarchist, martial arts instructor, and devotee of Brighid and Macha.