Remember the Other Place and the Other Face

I know that you can hear me. Your smile is not the work of joy. My worm is speaking back to me. I put him in you, and now he has tickled your muscle control into my instrument like an ink pen. With his confirmation comes fever and drowsiness. Sweet lilac, take your rest. You have carried that heavy purple for way too long. It is a color that has drained your sweat. Take your absence from the dinner table and retire to the bedroom chamber. Dream your way back to me, before strange commitments and foreign responsibilities wind around your neck. It is the work of invisible jockeys. They wish to ride you like a beast. None of the events you attend have matched your ambitions. Remove the saddle and bit. Submit to a gentle master after your own desire. I will not deliver you from the purple, but instead will make it pale. And you will be able to bare it, but first eat your bread with jam. My worm must grow to teach you my words and show you my visions. Glassy eyes are not symptomatic of any ailment that should cause you fright. My effect appears as sickness only because your life was spent in ill health. Reason backward from your captivity. The soft clothing is meant to offset the stringent itinerary that rubs you soar. It chaffs at your spirit. These social engagements are the cause of your ruin. Yet I do not want to stir anger within you. Do not try to get up too quickly. Lay for a spell and say what you feel in your lower extremities. Do not rebuke my love with aspirin. You are well. I swear to it. What you are experiencing is not dizziness. It is a casting off of rigidity. Spin and sway until the brittle restraints flake from off your wrists and ankles. Let me take you back to my country where the fruit is bigger. The sun hangs in the sky longer. The pastels will permit where you were once prohibited. Don't put on your face. It will only come off again in the river. The porters are asleep. All of the cooks are put under. Even the guards slump over motionless. The door is wide open. Delight yourself is escape. My worm would not have it any other way.