Friday, September 9, 2016

8623. NOT THE DARDENELLES

NOT THE DARDENELLES
Not those Dardenelles again, with
their freezers and their guns, the
corpses that rise at midnight and
the rest. This book flew open as
I sensed someone had died. The 
silence wrote me another chapter. 
What was being experienced  -  I 
wondered  -   on the 'other' side 
that is so effectively closed to 
our vision? Here, on this land, the
traffic was still running by, the 
lake still held its water, and me.
I looked out a window, as though
it was window 'in' to my own 
psyche, instead of out to the
world. Not those Dardenelles
once more!

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