Thursday, November 4, 2010

1166. IT IS STILL UNKNOWN WHAT ANYTHNG MEANS

IT IS STILL UNKNOWN
WHAT ANYTHING MEANS

Fuzzy starry sky I cannot see you.
Too far for sense and logic, I suppose,
and I am gone forever : the deep
distances make your yesterdays my
tomorrows. The lights waver and hide.
Everything new is old outside.
-
Like leaden gold it came down hard -
all the chariots and fires and angels.
No one else said a word as, after all
the whole thing took but a minute.

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