In me, the grandest and most unfathomable
Yet, more reasonable than most, on a given day
More like home than what is around
I think that it is a complicated matter
Regarding the depth, truly it speaks
To hear, to listen, to bear is most troublesome
The dictionary is stumped, and the Translator!
He seems to be away at the opportune moments!
In the distance, comes a song, comes a proverb
It is otherworldly, yet the mantle is set and warm
Though, say it again, if you please
Drama and slavery are being too noisy
Yes! Yes! Please speak more!
The palatable and the grandiose are hushed
Will you not? Where did you go?
Surely we are not finished yet?
To find again, the momentary lapse
It stretches far past its time
Reason has not an ounce in his cup
Cold flames remain
Without, the cold and wet
Please come in, and be warmed and filled
Sit beside the fire and share a tale
But the one at home and the one who came are but strangers
The compelling and the feast
Reaching, striving, laboring
Barging into another wall
And another wall and another
Truly the test is the time
The time is ripe and the day cannot wait
Night is impatient also, the bed is all want
Home is come and you are still leagues off
Why do you not see?
Why do you not?
Is the day late?
Are you in drudges?
Who is there yet?
To another, to mine,
The same, glassy all
Protected by melting and much noise
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