Sunday, August 30, 2020

That Where Unknown


I went to the woods
on a dank rainy day
to find an abandoned path

The path I found
grew darker as I walked
and letters were littered on the ground

The letters formed words
I could not yet read
but certain I was they were words

And the words told stories
I could not yet heed
but they hinted a story absurd

The meanings were faint
gibbous and queer
nearly but not quite there

And the further I walked
the less I was sure
yet still, I walked some Where

And still, I walked
I walked some Where
some Where I could not yet say

And still, I shall walk
to that Where unknown
and There is where I shall stay

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