16,374. SO LOADED DOWN

 SO LOADED DOWN

My saddled back is old and

groaning; there is a mystery 

now in every damned ache. I

want to run off, to ancient Egypt,

and be found in some cuspish

chamber. How long, I wonder,

can those tar-torches burn in a

deep, dark, pyramid; and would

I be alone? Or are there spirits

wagging, waiting for intruders.

-

I'll leave it all to imagination, since

there are not really any true ways

for me to balance the gauge of what

I say. This modern world has far

outgrown the idle speculations,

and we run from dark to light in

and instant - not much more to

be said there.