HOMAGE
I am duty bound and spell-free to wrangle this
dulcimer from the square I inhabit : black train running
down the track, take no time and don't come back.
We have a kingdom of legion within our mangled hands.
Along the shredded horizon - look ! look
- you will
see what stands. Only this - the trestle of
dreams
and hope, spanning a cavern of lethal mistake and a
place filled with doubt. I have left your shadow. My
secret is out. Let me stand here and gloat.
-
I enter the threshold. Edgar Allen Poe sat here too.
We played cards amidst shades of death as I thought
about all his days. In his fingers, even the tea cup
withered. Dark eyes, burning in the gloom.
-
I never knew where to turn : I lost the shadow in
all the light. My ride was not returning. Walk,
walk, walk, all the distant way
home.
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