Wandering to see
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Wandering to see
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A vortex of so many endless stairs,
of just so many — counted by the eye
of the beholder — then to multiply
and become jagged — turn so many snares
for meek and unsuspecting travelers.
This way I know well — I've been here before
and passed the selfsame niches in the wall,
and reached for these worn handrails for support,
and traced my fingers on the statues same
that line the paths whose sentiments remain:
though chaos all their forms gently abrades.
I speak the script to which their forms allude:
or spoke it, in some other life than mine —
some life that rose and fell in quiet wave,
a wat'ry face that flowed into its grave
and hummed the little hours calm away.
Predicaments, and wonders of its day
soft-etched in the annals of the place
on which my candle-eyes warmly arrive
return to me in melted wax of time.
A melted vortex of so many stairs,
of just so many — traveled by the one
who walked them always — feels their ins and outs
with shuffling step of wizened mastery —
arriving always — wandering to see.
writing and images by @d-pend
created for HIVE on July 3, 2020.