The World is a Parable
I must hurry, I must go somewhere
Where you are not, where you
Will never be, I
Must go somewhere where
Nothing is real, for only
Nothingness is real and is
A sea of light. The world
Is a parable and we are
The meaning. The traffic
Begins to move, and meaning
In my guts blooms like
A begonia, I dare not
Pronounce its name—Oh, driver!
For God’s sake catch that light, for
There comes a time for us all when we want to begin a new life.
All mythologies recognize this fact.
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