-unfinished-
I circle flimsy fences and warnings, contemptuous;The guards glance back at me.
"Forgiven"
glances too, and frowns as I walk.
Walk on.
Observe the faded faces of buildings: expressionless,
but in their eyes I see
old women
moving to and fro at their work,
alone.
And the shading smudges--
who I am and whom I have never been,
rubbed across the ridges
of all men--
In quiet,
on a long lake at night.
Desperate to be rid of something I couldn't find,
forcing, willing
emptiness out through my eyes--
and then
day fills in its place:
the sunrise tips unhurried,
glowing more sour by degrees,
finally spilling
over the flat horizon--
"The End"
propells me away.
And the shading smudges--
who I am and whom I have never been,
shadows on the faces of all men--
in quiet,
on a wide shore at dawn.
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