7890. SOMETIMES ONE LEARNS FROM NOTHING AT ALL

SOMETIMES ONE LEARNS 

FROM NOTHING AT ALL

I get tired of shadows. The half-secreted 

sheddings of personal domains and all

the places that come back to haunt. There

is a man inside me shouldering much; he

speaks if spoken too, but hasn't a lot to

say. It's a garbled feature he puts forth.

-

Along the water's edge, near some pond

made of frightful dread, a few animals just

sit around  -  as if awaiting the breath of a

new season, a later wind, something to pass

or enter into. All those certainties like the

detectives want, they're all missing here. 

Mystery is the coating shroud.

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We haven't many miles to go before the town

limits are gone : where nothing after that lives,

or  -  if it does live  -  lives without rules and

the premises that keep things in control. Yes, as 

Baldwin put it, it's all another country indeed.