Twin Lights<\/p>\n
He cannot see the end of the road.
\nAll the water has gone dry, tasting bitter.
\nFilthy, pitiful hands scratch on the parchment,
\nPlying at words forsaken and accident.
\nAt his neck hang thy lock and thy persimmon,
\nResuming constant delay without permission,
\nAs the earth moves beneath and behind,
\nAnd he is conveyed forward as if on a belt.
\nFor merely pondering a single inquiry
\nThrown into the deepest ditch at the side of the road,
\nHe asks roundabout for his destination,
\nHaplessly finding no such abode.
\nWhy did you leave the keys on the table?
\nBecause I did not think I was able
\nTo keep myself alive
\nLong enough, to turn the key and drive.
\nThe wind blows the question along;
\nDeserts of blizzards whistle sheer,
\nPlaying an empty cadenza of a song,
\nAnd a single car passing disrupts all this only for a moment.
\nTassels of icicles are suspended on branches, and the fire\u2014
\nIt is crying, aching, dying out
\nWithin his heart, smoldering on the route,
\nGiven the circumstance that no telegram can wire.
\nAnd in his pocket, wrinkled and worn,
\nLies the parchment with one last sentence:
\nIrritably the finality of frozen desire, edges torn,
\nIn penmanship expressed with such calm clairvoyance.
\nAt his side glimmers in transience
\nA steel lustre in sombre fluorescence
\nHandled so delicately, mirrored with existence,
\nTrudging along with reminiscent persistence.
\nAnd plunged into his very heart, this steel lustre
\nAfter an echoing silence he cries out, without audience,
\n\u201cTeacher, I\u2019ve finally the Answer!\u201d
\nAnd scenery fades\u2014twin lights returning to incidence. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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