Teiresias

I have crawled in depths of blackest night,
Climbed peaks impassible
In Highest Ecstasy;
I have passed below the gaping caverns,
And lost the compass while travelling
Through vacuous space.

On worlds where wills abounded,
Where thoughts were real, and eyes blinked in starry moonlight,
I searched for something hidden
In the cloak of my desire.
Now I seek with ears the truths of passers-by,
What "makes-them-tick," makes them personify
Being. I seek God in the sound of new shoes,
The beating of an urchin's gait.

Oh endless night! My eyes are dead to me...
I wish to see her face once more,
See her sunken eyes, her wrinkled face,
Close her in my arms, and die.

"Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord."

I am old and tired and too soon dead,
Life! I do not know If I should thank you.
I think not. I have been your puppet,
Your Lap-dog;
In return for my childish curiosity,
I have been repaid with loss and loneliness.

And still the stuttering day-dream walk,
The static sorrow
Of humanity paces past the widows of my ear-sight.
I see no beauty in the politician,
Money-proud, and vain;
No, nor the soldier drenched in
Death's Glory, Slaughter's pride;
I cannot love the shrew,
Nor honor calloused hands and callous tongues.
I see nothing here, upon my night-time world,
But misery and hate.

I see no beauty in humanity,
but emptiness in dusty me!

I lie here, how long, in blackest night?
Millenia compounded on Millenia?
Perhaps I shall no longer be encased in mummified quarter-life.
I do not mind to die!
It seems to me a blessing...but quiet! here he comes!
Like a mob, a herd of emptiness,
He shouts silently some unknown word, a language without sense!
Shall I call back across that river deep,
In like tongue?
Oh suddenly, that stabbing light! Oh agony!
What do you wish, O speechless spectre?
I cannot answer desire unspoken! Release your stranglehold,
Let me free, O Material Ghost!

"Remember man, that thou art dust!