Raymond Soulard, Jr. New Songs (for Kassandra) - The ...
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65<br />
She has disappeared within me as I approach her, days left now, mere days, til the<br />
cataclysmic moment, the timeless immolation of touch on touch, breath in breath, what<br />
cannot be named once but an infinite times<br />
All my worlds will come together at this moment of faith exploding, new life joined, &<br />
Rebecca will not return be<strong>for</strong>e then, she will return with the explosion—<br />
OK?”<br />
“Barkeep”<br />
“Yes?”<br />
“What’s wrong with him in the corner? He’s writing something & moaning. He<br />
“He will be. Another?”<br />
“Sure, thanks.”<br />
“This one’s gratis.”<br />
“Why?”<br />
“So we can toast him being OK”<br />
“Ahh”<br />
“Cheers, bud”<br />
“Cheers, barkeep”<br />
<strong>The</strong> raw confession these stories have always been will become rawer still in the coming<br />
days. I don’t care if they’re read or understood, if they survive me—<br />
I am nearing my profoundest moment yet of being—April 2, 2002 at the Greyhound bus<br />
station in Portland, Oregon. Meeting my true love, wife, muse, twin flame<br />
I can tell no other story til that moment—I can only tell of going there & what happens—<br />
fixtion is <strong>for</strong> now truth unprettied—the pen is steady & hopeful—my heart is true—my Art<br />
is devoted to her—<br />
What comes next few days each hour a surprise, a hunger, a star briefly mortal & grounded<br />
be<strong>for</strong>e passing on—<br />
Months, & this page stayed blank. Now, & continue. <strong>The</strong> mingling of my lives until a<br />
gridlock, pen mute, sheets thirsty—<br />
Now, & movement—<br />
“Rebecca”<br />
“<strong>Raymond</strong>”<br />
“You can hear me?”<br />
“Yes”<br />
“Where are you?”<br />
“Here, with you”<br />
“I feel you, & don’t”<br />
“Yes”<br />
“I’ve not lost you?”<br />
“No. Nor her!”<br />
<strong>The</strong> Cenacle | 59 | October 2006