The Unknown

I ask you, “Where might we go: A land to, or a land fro; Let the land like a river flow. Leave yourself behind, and dare, Dare to know Thoreau.” Ahh, how the day is The simplest of all revolutions. The sun, bright - cannot be missed-- Once departed without ever departing; now Obvious after lunar-evolution. The plotting and seeking, Groping and the hoping: Blindly in the night Seeing that which is apart from sight. But now. Now, we must depart To meet our journey… *Sigh* See how the sun has risen to set. Come so far without movement Tell me: does it regress? Or is it perhaps, progress. Disregard my laughter; For who is the fool? The fool, or he who follows.. The room takes shape Darkness illuminates Like light cracking drapes, Bare or not, it stimulates.. A stairwell brings inquisition, Beckoning steps toward the next And the next and the rest! Ah yes, the rest, As many interpretations as a note. II See the equations before you, Like onions-- keep your eyes peeled. Wryly dancing around thy head. Stall you tears; fears be shed Forget the illusion And any a delusion. Logic and feeling rotate to portray This sage's mental ballet. Voodoo of the mental juju, With "x2 +y2 = 1" as the tutu. Confidence in that knowledge Shall blend solemn passage For the minute hand is spinning, The hour hand a'twirling Let us make haste for: There was never any Now will there ever exist Any time to lay to waste! Approach the stairs, Harken that specter-stare! Alas, in the dark; notice be absolved. Yonder face far from sight's resolve Dare to describe it! A head with shade as pigment Dark & rich like the night Translucent in sight. Eyes leer like pearl (Allow peace to unfurl) A face serving witness: Purely as a pittance Dread not the shade; Light astounds from dark's fade Virgil kept Dante from Oblivion With true, epic passion Do not think that face: death Quotidian rhythm is life's breath. Leave that Specter Come, follow your mentor. See how he fades; And you nearly bowed, scathed. Now ascend the stairs, To who knows where... Go, before the clock begins And forsake no secular reins Buy the ticket. Take the ride. Quite simply, It seems Sunken jewels always gleam Depart into the unknown No need for any asylum