Dialectic of the Lost

She unsettles me.

She lives herself
in extremes.

She creates her image,
so wholly
today--
as if a lifetime of
regret has passed.

I do not know
how to approach.
The mountain she was
yesterday
has fallen to
canyon.

She wants the
liberty
of self-hate,
of belief,
and action.

She Wants
She wants
she wants
to believe
in hollowness.

She is waiting
for the river
that proves it--
washing her away
century by century
(second by second).