HOW THEN SHALL I
SEE?
After the end of all things, when
the lights
and the fire have all gone out, how
then shall
I see a thing? Will thick darkness
grasp and
hold me? Will the tiring ledge of
waiting and
want keep pressing in on me. How
soon,
then, shall it be before I am
delivered?
-
These are questions of a glimmering
moment, a
secret silence, and shared sublime
- and there are
no answers to be given. For to each
and each is given
something different, so we will
receive our own and
particular due. At that time, how
then shall I see,
and what then shall I do? It little
matters now.
-
All of this is far advanced and I am
swaddled already
in the cloth with which I shall
leave this world : not a
misnomer, this Death, just a
qualifying name for moment
and sequence and the doing of
something one last time.
When that day comes, it shall be
mine.
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