Costas Komborozos

Beauty is the Beholder Costas Komborozos

War has claimed you, Achilles. It has abducted your name and reduced you to mere battle-bruised bronze. In this we are one, you and I, children of gods, both unloved and abducted by dauntless destiny. Now you appear to me in the guise of your abductor, destiny. But then I realize that your true abductor is none other than death. I watch my former life beautifully unspooling before me as you drift onward. Destiny and death move in your every rhythm, each smiling and moving as one, twins with hands spasmodically and organically entwined inside a womb whispering beneath all human shadows. In this we are one, children of high-born Olympians treading upon epochs far beyond our own. The last of the sky's light bleeds out, and then the night air sweeps over me. You keep marching, and then death and destiny allow the present moment to regain the precious solidity of stone. What you see and what others see no longer matters, for the beauty beholds. I behold.