A Textual Reckoning

Soft fluorescent candle-light flickers
warped shadows: the Forms
in this cave.
Crickets chirping: a choir of beeps
surrounding him like his yellowed books.
A light, the light! Oh, Paradise.

You need to go now, it’s okay.
The Guide; the Muse.
Let go.
ABANDON ALL HOPE!

Clear!

What a shock: this green light I reach for
in this tunnel of light.
Oh, innocence; oh tyger tyger burning bright
so gently you came rapping
tapping at my chamber door;
in my madwoman attic nevermore!

Time of death?

A new gyre unfolds once more.

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