across the archipelago of his life
is guided by means of lamps
during the harsh light of day
and doubt concerning the validity of his entrance
into the dark at night
with the moon hidden in his pocket by that great thief the Sun
no lode star shines
even the dawn surprises the journey man
he carries on like a pebble skips across the Dead Sea as if thrown there by the wind
and lands someplace in the heart heretofore never known to have existed
even in the documents held at the Great Library of Alexandria
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