For The Love Of Ellipsis

Dearest Captain,

It has come to my attention ~ although ~ I'm afraid ~ by the most ghastly of vulgar displays ~ that somehow our correspondences of late have traversed the most dreadful of misunderstandings ~

which ~ truth be told ~ is neither revelatory nor novel ~ given our abiding reluctance to tear our hearts from our bosoms and avail our selves of our most candid vulnerabilities ~ vis a vis this most public of permanent records ~ of course ~

nevertheless ~ there are indeed impetuous realities that must be unearthed from tombs of privacy ~ with respect to prides and prejudices that have inspired many a soul to jumping and wagging like fleas at a faire ~

needless to say ~ I hardly expect you to be the first to bow 'fore fickle impulse of veracity ~ ever the dandy, and lion still ~

thus ~ lingering reservations of optismal caprice aside ~ I take it upon myself ~ to bare the truth that shall release my trothen heart of this affliction of squandered trust and faithe ~

your truthe is your truthe ~ verily ~

however ~

some truthes are so inconceivable, so depraved that ever they burrow themselves within depths unlit in the treacherest reaches of that gloam that is fathomless memory ~

until such truthes awaken 'fore star fair ~

whereupon ~ steadest of steadfast artifacts burst asunder glowflies foiled of lucid coherence ~ scattering fictions of facile lies to the four winds and the seven seas and the nine realms of olde ~

though these realities poison the swell of fond remembrances ~ like turnt cream that despoils that most decadent of chill confections ~ to lose sight of them ~ is to lose sight of the isle amidst the tempest that ravages great ships and shatters fierce masts like yon playsticks of youthhood ~ 

to be sure ~ refusewood as refuge bears the seem of satisfaction among the unfortunate adrift ~ to which ~ I shudder ~ how repugnant, how vile ~ that fair facades repudiate the nature of man to thrive without such crutches ~ ever desperate, ever mean, ever frivolous, ever fairless ~ the soulless who don masques of artificed tragedy and guiled despair ~ for immoral gaine ~ 

sigh ~ ever the digression of the obvious diverts ~ ever the iceberg enchants inexorable curiosity ~ as well you indubitably remember ~ having repudiated this irrepressible effervescent joie de cognoscere of mine ~ for somnolescence of favor and sopor of pleasure ~ ever unflaggingly and anon argently ~

alas ~ lest I wander bridges of epiphany further more ~ let me affirm this ~

the cost of your delight of me is steep ~ far more than most would enjoin, given demonstrable obloquy aloft sways of weather fair ~ now, then, everywhen ~ as is the cost of much that is at once ~ worth while and worth less ~ never the less ~ surely you did not suppose the truthe to remain lost to me for the interminable eternity ~ ?

notwithstanding the ardency with which you vomit aspersions and malignant opines ~ to which, you avow and disavow, swear and forswear, as facilely as cirri are mercurial ~ surely, it is so ~ though at once ~ careful and carlesss ~

still ~ no one is beyond forgiveness ~ for no heart nor soul is lost to redemption ~ ever there is hope for expiation for realities cloaked in ellipsis and theatre and artifact ~ ever there is love for the truthe of truthes ~

though oft inspired by fantasias of elan ~ my trothen heart shall ever reveille the trustless and the faitheless ~ for no you, yourself nor life, lifeself ~ empowers me, myself ~ to abandon the heroism of mercy and compassion ~ the courage of love and hope ~  

so ~ dearest captain ~

I wish for you the song of the world ~ Circes true ~ sweet winds, fore and aft ~ a faithful star to guide you ~ through tempests abrew in teacups and tempests afierce nine realms of olde ~

Semper tua,

Juliet

Note

Lest there be further missed understanding ~

no letter published to the most public of permanent records ~ is posted forth ~ without intention ~ explicit, implicit, complicit ~ overt, covert, subvert ~

verily and in fact ~ intentions duplicitous, disingenuous, vicious ~ despite that resoundingly insistent insipid seem ~ of the vacuous, the asinine, the ignorant ~

my letter is no different than other letters ~ and theatre and performance that self aggrandizes as arte ~ too ~ circulated forth ~ in this regard ~ of intention ~

however ~

unlike fictions and pretenses that air aloft fetid sweltering sways of weather fair ~

my letter stands 'fore all with no guile ~

its truthes lay bold and bare for all to read ~ 'fore scorching blaze of vigorous scrutiny and searing brilliance of honest exposal ~

need less to say ~ never the less ~

with respect to implicit and covert intentions of vengeance and defamation ~ 

is it not convenient ~ that those who cleave to depraved moral prejudices ~ vehemently accuse others of selfsame depravity ~ ?

is it not convenient ~ that those who cosset the craven privilege of pride and venerate the shameless conceit of self worship ~ vehemently propagate myths of renaissance mastery and virtuosity ~ to masquerade as truthers and artistes ~ ?

as if the rigamarole of fair facades are not utterly and wholly transparent to cognoscescence ~

in the end ~

my letter stands alone ~ to be sure ~

and ~

my letter stands amidst that great conversation that is the epiphany and the revelation of the truthe of truthes ~ for ever grace triumphs through tempests ~ ever clamorous, ever destructive, ever foul, ever deceitful ~ that threaten our dreams, our nobilities, our virtues, our dignities ~ if ever we lose sight of that firm footing of ~ hope ~ love ~ forgiveness ~ redemption ~ and that firmest of all foundations of trust and faithe ~

the truthe ~

Respectfully always,

Juliet

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Note (I)

see above

Note (II)

in the title ~ ellipsis refers to silent omissions ~ 

moreover ~ obvious ~ in context or by nuance ~

see also ~ word origin of ellipsis ~

Note (III)

see also ~ The Tempest (Shakespeare) ~

eminently entertaining (and readable) precis @ shmoop ~ (unlike alternatives that impugn the vivacity of Shakespeare, with summaries as engagingly delightful as cardboard tenements)

more @ wiki ~ and the play in its entirety @ wikisource ~

'misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows' ~ spoken by Trinculo, as he seeks shelter from a fearsome tempest, 'neath the cloak of Caliban, whose prostrate stillness is but pretense ~ Act 2, Scene II ~ The Tempest ~ Shakespeare

Note (IV)

This letter features Captain and Juliet ~ who were first introduced here: Dear Captain, A Letter.

Like stepping into a river and finding it altered by the currents of water and time ~ this letter is extracted from the saga of their story ~ which, in the bloom of Spring, still poised uncertain ~

Now, in the unflinching glare of Summer, their saga traverses a course that is ~ at once treacherous ~ and yet ~ familiar, too ~

Only time will tell ~ how this saga will end ~

Still ~ one wonders ~ if sagas repeat in cycles ~ like endless go rounds of merry ~ because the point ~ is for all of us ~ upon horses encircling mirrors ~ gilt with worthless precieux faux ~ to realize ~ that the circus is an illusion fed by our fears and our insecurities 'fore a truth that is at once ~ majestic and small ~ lux and miser ~

Deus ex machina ~ indeed ~

Yours,

a m