Lena-Hyena

There is a silence in your breathing Inhale – stop – When time equals zero Weight is irrelevant in vacuum Your body a taut rope Over the abyss of may - exhale And then you move The curve of your arm Inhale – stop – Cradling frozen, shattered light In my mind I walk around it Like an American tourist Around David - exhale Striving to remember Stillness cushions us Inhale – stop – Words flock like frozen birds No warm air to lift them up Possibilities pause And are not chosen - exhale Between grains of time lies nothingness

Art Conquering Death This is a story about three men – two painters and an emperor – and one dead woman. The men, all three of them, gained as much immortality as a human being can during their lifetime. Their names are still mentioned with awe, their works, or the consequences of their deeds still exist today, scholars write about them, tourists walk through the rooms they lived in and discuss their paintings. Google them, if you want, and you will get well over a million results for each. The woman, on the other hand, gained no such immortality. Her name, if mentioned at all, is found at the margins, in the footnotes, whispered in the dark