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by Matthew Zangen

just to waste the mind
and wake upon another night

when glares of spattered stars
chatter far beyond the speed of light.

This is the path where hearing isn't knowing, but
seeing things
less clearly.
Where something happened somewhere,
and I begin to get the feeling

I should be
moving on and moving out;
further down the dead-end walk,
guided by the random hands
of the compass
and the ardent clock.

Some day, (how I fear[yet yearn])
I will round a random corner,
cross some trivial causeway;
catch a root
and stumble over,

and this is where,
after everything,
I will finally see
there's nothing left here
for you
to right
for me...

and I will walk alone;
complacent and complete.


Author's Note: walking aimlessly never felt so intentional.

Posted on 12/12/2003
Copyright © 2022 Matthew Zangen

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 12/12/03 at 01:16 PM

your form here is mesmerizing... and to walk in the wanderlust would be grand... excellent and thoughful piece... blessings...

Posted by Lori Johnson on 12/12/03 at 05:38 PM

"there's nothing left here, for you to right for me..." That line will stick in my crawl for a long time coming. LOL I like.

Posted by Nicole Assenza on 05/26/06 at 04:19 AM

Wow, I really like this...It's such a well thought out piece, it shows off how smart you are with words, I think. =)

Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 01/14/09 at 03:35 PM

Congratulations on POTD!!!

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