"My Pilgrimage."
I use a little bit of collage, throughout.
I researched labyrinths, and that took me back
to medieval notions of space and geometry--
proportions that affected the building of the labyrinth.
"My Pilgrimage."
"A pilgrim, necessarily, leaves home voluntarily to become
the nomade iluminé, a wanderer ex patria,
sans terroire propre.
In legend rarely a woman, who instead sits,
visibly, by the window embroidery with the others
old wives' tales in one in which Elle is writing furiously
at her desk on her long-envisioned quest
to complete her book.
Her cat purrs by the keyboard and her cold persists.
She, already shadowed by the Angel,
whom she sees clearly hovering, inversed, to her left."