The Ghost of Lucy Gilpin


Hello, Hello, I have come back to see, what’s happened all these years, what’s thought of me, I thought of all the breath that was inside of me, thought it wanted loose, so I set it free!

Most of the day she listened, taking in all the shadows of the years, from all of the waves on the Colorado, to above where the eagle fly’s and nothings ever feared. She thinks that on the earth below, there could be hearts in treasured cloves, down among the trees, where aspen can’t even count all there many leaves, it matters not, for she is free. She moves from book to book, learning more and more, for everything she reads, she thinks natures teaches more. So it is at night, when her past comes to light, she goes outside and breathes, five thousand feet above Denver, she screams, a part of what she claims of setting herself free.

Judeo-Christian crimes, all of western culture, likes to whine, she says, the truth is, she’s risen from the dead, not victim of creed. A witch that seeks the upper thin air in glee, she says what a find the Flatirons touch her soul, when she climbs, so free, better high altitude without mediocrity. One spell is all she knows, from those words comes more. Gloria, without the bells, the girl in a full grown woman born, and oh you know, the witch they say is young and gray, not so true, not so true, she is older than time, for her climb, has led her to the very face of G-D, he’s not excelsis, but what light. Oh those who ask for what an adventurous sight. So she sees, then she screams, a part of what she claims of setting herself free.

The mountains move, high above the front range, all things do, and she knows, she is changing with the high air ebb and flow. Could it be, all those things that made her chained now make her free, in the light. Climb the rocky stairway flight, things unseen, the witch of the flatirons is so free, is so free, immortal all beloved of the high air sea, oh now child, G-D knows you are only thirteen, just a spirit, just a child, setting herself free. Better then, she thinks, better than to know all that’s been, or come before, better than to touch the face of G-D so high. So she sees, then she screams, a part of what she claims of setting herself free.

Hello, Hello, I have come back to see, what’s happened all these years, what’s thought of me, I thought of all the breath that was inside of me, thought it wanted loose, so I set it free!

Lucy Gilpin was thirteen when she committed suicide upon Flagstaff Mountain near Boulder Colorado in 1925. She thought herself a spirit before she died, and became one after her death, so reads her headstone in the Salina Cemetery beyond the seven hills near Boulder Colorado. – 01.22.2016 – דָּנִיֵּאל

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