Wednesday, March 6, 2019

An End



.
Primal light, dark flame –
something other than a heart
beats in his frame –
something more than life
.
contaminates and animates.
We see A lead to B to C
and on to Z in him but
some enigma branches out
.
and casts a spell: the code
bodes neither ill nor well, but
hints at something swelling
out of sight. Everything is
.
obvious, he says, and we agree
that everything about him
is quite obviously hidden,
unlike anything we know
.
or think or see, enough
to keep us furiously alert,
and curious. Obliquely,
in the dark, he winnows us
.
through corridors and brings
us to a door through which
he tells us is the view.
But something stops us, then,
.
from walking through.
But he’ll walk through.
That won’t bring the end,
but it will bring an end to you.  
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