|Stan Sanvel Rubin
|The Nature Of It
"This terror, then, this darkness of the mind,"
Lucretius says, cannot be dispersed
except by knowledge of the self,
its maskings and unmaskings, masquerade
undone by what is regular and true.
In losing you, I lost
what truly was the way I knew myself,
so what is there to learn from laws?
In movies, the weird lovers, at the end, reveal
themselves and either understand
how the dance they danced has led them here,
to catch each other face to face, guileless as fish,
or else, noir-ish, stand paralyzed by lies on opposite
sides of a locked door, in white heat, armed, ready to destroy.