A fresh wave of longing permeates the deepest regions of my dry, and brittle existence. I feel myself crying out for some sort of release, some type of satiation to my body and soul. For the first time in years I heed the words of the cursed prophetess Cassandra. I decide not to bypass this good thing, this intoxicating entity; I decide to fully embrace the beauty of love, to let her lick my wounds and restore my essence. I choose to willingly sign over my life to her strong will. She stands behind me, running her fingers through my hair and whispering dissonant and consonant mysteries in my ear. I feel the separation of my soul from this physical tier. Hmmmmmm I loose myself in the taste of something truly spectacular; someone so spectacular that I feel myself loosing touch with this reality, Still I can clearly see. I've gained a new clarity. A new position to be, I am a fresh and reborn entity. I have fallen in love with the mad ramblings and exciting prophesies of this person in me that I was destined to be. I grasp and i'm nurtured by the complexities and the sheer totality of a prophetess, called Love. Copyright 2004 Anno Domini/ "Earth's Wynne" Publishing ~Dior X. Robynsonne *Excerpt from 'The Kassandra Komplex' soon to be completed.