Muse/ic – “Part XXIII: Freedom VII – ‘A Season In Hell’ by Moby
Excerpt for Freedom VII: In time, she sits up, slips the dagger from her boot, and cuts off all her hair. The loose strands drift over the water, and she watches them on the waves until a sea turtle’s head appears from below, devours them, and vanishes.
She leaves the rocks and heads inland through a pasture, the sea behind her, the mountains ahead, and weeps.
“Tell me about the sea,” says a voice from her wet hand.
“Why don’t you look for yourself?” she answers stiffly.
“I can dip you in the water,” she says at last.
“Then I’ll no longer be a teardrop.”
Here I dwell with ‘A Season In Hell’, in search for freedom… of a different kind.
Thank you Moby!