She was clueless
that these words would ignite each other.
Only much later did she begin to see
the forest give way to the Light,
These two words, cluelessly and sadistic,
hated being paired together,
for they each inhabited a very different motivation,
a different lineage of action.
Yet, they eerily realized
both have three syllables,
both came from adjacent, warring empires, and
both contain the hissing of a snake . . .
But each word insisted that they had the ultimate authority
over her volition,
on what direction she would move from.
How each knife would be
their bickering exhausted each other
and reluctantly they began to work together —
to simultaneously thwart her free will.
Once this pair of three-syllable words
passed through my head, heart, and throat,
My Light came through,
and put my nightmare
into some fathomable context.
Enough to see that I was probably
as clueless . . .