“A bright light is not necessary, a taper is all one needs to live in strangeness.”
Malone Dies
Beckett
How so horribly hung,
the force departed
Back into the weedy garden;
Ribless, now (The funny bone intact)
He strolls among the flora—
the fauna is all gonna.
What was that tree
that caused all the fuss?
It all looks so different now —
you know, after all that —
What was it?
Oh, yeah, knowledge.
But not just any knowledge.
It was some particular kind
that once tasted,
Would surely lead
one blind.
He could never figure that out.
How something so so-what
Could have been so dire
As to cast him out
As one undesired?
Down he plops
‘neath some scraggly tree.
Gazes out on the flat
gray sea.
‘Hm,’ thinks he, ‘what might have been
if only she. . .’
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