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by wordgeryne
I have lived and lost this life many times
Been born and reborn and born again
Been pulled out of myself and put back again
I have found myself, of no accord of my own,
In the trees and mist of a dawn yet to show
In the wilderness,
In a foreign land
Given over to foreign arms,
That embrace nonetheless,
Lest none of the familial come to rest
Upon me and in me, that I may know
Something of this space as I alone
Look to figure out just where the hell I am
To awake and to sleep and to be awoken again
In the desolate expanse of a grey sky
And a dawn (still yet to show)
Through sleet and ice and cloud and snow
A shelterless and aimless man I stand
And (in so doing)
Have froze and thawed and frozen again
And have wandered into yet another foreign land,
Thinking:
“So much as gladness that some end might be.”
And dare I live forever with a map inside of me
With so many dots, yet void of any lines
For I have lived and lost this life many times.
Author’s Note: “So much as gladness that some end might be” is a line from Robert Browning’s “Childe Roland to The Dark Tower Came.”
I think each new adventure in life feels like this…
I’m currently reading book 6 of King’s Dark Tower series and book 3 of P.J. Farmer’s Riverworld series, both of which heavily allude to the Childe Roland poem. It’s following me around, this theme! Nice collection of words you have here, keep up the great work and get my tux right!
Love The Dark Tower! I audio booked the whole series. Thanks for the feed back.