Thread: Draft: The Old Man's Ramblings

Daylight to Twilight Life.
Epigraph:
Just a sudden wind, not known whither hurled.
Herald to the Heart from the Crane
Our Life, just so.

Prelude:

First the light,
Then the night.
First the life,
Then the sleep.
First the coming,
Then the going.
To this the Beginning,
Then the End.

Begin I began this beginning
To this end this ending only at the end;
Then stop.
And so I did.

But prelude to wrought the tale
A simple tale,
Barely close to anecdotal.

I first saw light
When Life was given from the Lord
So my coming came,
And nothing more.

I had a lifelong dream of the middle flow
Choosing one wing from
The diverged road.
My only thought…

Middle:

-How I wish to go up and down
Without care, without feel.
How I wish to do these simple bounds
Yet here my ways do not touch that field.
So here I am in all my lonesome
Coming down the way of Human Tears.

Yet here I am, now, the Great Diverge!
Here I start to choose my one wing way; then gone!

Now, the other side goes also up and down
Without care, without feel.
This way I do; just do… to and fro
Knowing the way of simple feels.
And these ways, the Butterfly’s way, I soon shall know
Whether they be for bounded or boundless sky!-

I fear the going of myself
But before this settled truth I shall say,
The greater frights come from unknown
Ends…

Interlude:

All the thoughts go round in fright
All the meaning of thinking goes out tonight!
Final shout comes out of the light gray soil
Final protest comes to its greatest turmoil.

Something not even the gleam of light
Concocted in heaven, shall be able to fight.
And all so the Meaning of All
Shall be pierced with just an awl.

So the Fear goes round and round
Not one motion to stop these boundless hounds.
And so I fear our very end
Comes round the protest, round the bend.

So here the Unknown shows
Things that I do not know.
But here I am, so I say,
That I shall prophecies all it says.

The Final Hour

Now hear as I say
I do say-

The weather seeming fine
The grass swaying nice and fine
Then comes the Thing,
And written on its face;
Perplexity!

-that I’ve seen Great things
When I was young, but never
Th-

And the Great One coming
Down from the high place;

The seas and the waves roaring.

-is. Oh how my
Old heart fails for
Greater is this than any-

Man’s heart feeling with tread
Beyond, all around, that protest
Round that bend.

And such the cage bird sings loud.

-thing before.
Life is very long,
But oh… oh…-

All things have come to pass,
All man’s greatest triumph, at the
End.

-Heart, heart. Red drops coming out,
I’m soon about to fall, but one last
Say, hear me out, I-

The final blood coming forth,
The shrills, coming.

Singing, but with not a bang, but a whimper.

-go out to a place, before
These great things take place
But so you know that-

Finally coming down,
Overseas, roaring
Roaring, roaring, roaring.

- I go to Glory
But you, my son and grandchild,
I hope that you should come before it…-

Faint, and coming forth,
The old not telling, for they are fleeting.
And the sweet amore
Ever fading.

Never telling, and thus none not hearing.