There
When confronted with an eternal yearning;
One by whose own nature placidly dissipates;
One must sit along the broken courts I’ve grasped;
Walk through the hallways I’ve walked
Made only of light given true meaning: to walk;
And see, rested, still the shape of something once auspicious,
A lyre leant against a table, its self forgetting
Rather than forgetting itself
By letting touch war, and orchestrate the self,
As one does a body to let air in and water flow through.
One by whose own nature placidly dissipates;
One must sit along the broken courts I’ve grasped;
Walk through the hallways I’ve walked
Made only of light given true meaning: to walk;
And see, rested, still the shape of something once auspicious,
A lyre leant against a table, its self forgetting
Rather than forgetting itself
By letting touch war, and orchestrate the self,
As one does a body to let air in and water flow through.