Time To Go
Godot had been waiting for a penultimate eternity
he had been sitting on a gossamer of misperception
like the epitome of Rodin’s thinker falling into sleep
he had to admit that the Gordian knot had opened
but only to tie the rope around his stretched neck
maybe he had not read the script carefully enough
if the mountain does not reach out for the prophet
he had to move and flee from the surreal scene
a bit incensed by the change of overpowering shift
when he tied his legendary suspense to the scaffold
the trap door opened a whole new and brave world
finally he had arrived at the portal of permanence
02nd August 2020
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