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It was said that all is mind,
however not his.

He was but a figment
of the world’s imagination.

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he sought to be relieved of hope.

but in the end was forced
to give up even that desire.

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As winter lingered he found
that all that remained him
were the certainties arising
from the habit of not knowing.

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He had once seen something quite beautiful,
but no matter how hard he tried
he couldn’t quite remember what it was.
Nevertheless he was consoled by the fact
that though whatever it might have been
was now irretrievably lost
at least its beauty lingered.

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breaking.

gently.

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looking down he realized that
the earth’s memory was but the earth.

looking up he realized that
the sky, in fact, had no memory.

looking at himself, on the other hand,
he simply forgot.

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the sole heroic act
that he imagined himself capable of
would be to one day fade into oblivion
as easily and readily as his shadow

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at last he stood on native soil,
yet remained groundless still.

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he was content
knowing that the world
would remain conjecture.

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he had settled
into a solitude
that he shared
with all.

 

 

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increasingly he found himself
resting, like things,
in that twilight between.

 

 

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walking along the path,
he looked up,
only to realize that he was moving
not through space,
but through himself.

 

 

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he sought endings where
only beginnings could be found.

 

 

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no tower of babel was required. he understood nothing anyone said
in any language. not even any of the nonsense he himself continually
spewed. but, dumbfounded,might this not have been a heaven too?

 

 

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his was the surest of paths,
futility never needed to be sought.

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mornings would always elude him
—there was simply no awakening.

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some sought symbols,
but found only things.
others sought things,
but found only symbols.
he, however, remained unsure
and would not settle for either.

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he suspected that he had entered a new phase
one in which it would appear that nothing,
absolutely nothing, had changed.

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his limp only became apparent
when he sat completely still.

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sitting on the side of the road,
he would once again find himself
enveloped in a fog of clarity.

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