Ulysses
By dylan
Mon, 13 Sep 2004
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Ulysses
In the dim half light
of a winter afternoon
at the turning point
of an opaque day
He stood among
the labyrinth ways
defying the gathered silence
of an empty room .
The unanswered questions
still unanswered ;and soon
evening settles down
with a smoke filled air.
You watch the lighting of lamps
in the smoky streets
You watch the drawn shades
You hear returning feet
and rising,prepare a mask
for the shadows
you will meet.
In that twilit place,
In the ruins of the day
past and present met again
pausing in infinity
and all that had gone before
was forever history.
And bloodied, yet unbowed
Ulysses stood once more.......
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