Paul Celano · Jun 15, 2010
The Path

Standing in a dark hole
Surrounded by troops of black
A frozen pale road
A shadow leads the way

A loud silence
A breeze of stale air
The world had disappeared
The whole quilt but one patch

Flickering lights around the mind
The lustrous pearl in the sky
The exit
Walk the path

©2002 Paul Celano
Posted 2010
 
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