this imaginal space – draft pt.v

she is there, waiting, but she turns her face away

all this week, I hoped to glimpse your promised glory
before today, your face would have been welcomed
it was all romance and possibility

but she turns her face away

I see you, but I wanted so much more
you waited too long to show yourself
all week – going about your business undercover
a beautiful anarchist
you have betrayed us all

and now, she is blamed, the cause of devastation