…Bearer of Time
Gnomon of Eternity
You must have seen a thing or two
During your torturous sojourn…
How best can we understand our predicament?”
“As Death is the Lord of life…
Life must be the Lord of death.”
From the light place
To the dark place
A span… of I am.
Of maybe’s and supposes
Littered like the discarded debris
Of an I was
That the Shadow Net failed to trawl.
as stepping stones
To provide a tentative
From the dark place
To the light place
Beyond the span
Of I am.
…It was a day of surprises.
For the matter beneath his feet to commence shaking was a surprise because it had shown no prior predilection so to do and hence had come to be regarded as stable.
Given the ‘most stable’s’ new propensity, somewhat less of a surprise but still, unthinkable, his previously stable walls also began to shake.
The third surprise came hot on the heels of the other two.
As the usually reliable roof-tiles cascaded around his head, he realised that a shock-wave could be seen with the naked eye.
It was the last thing he saw.
“The door-knocker, Herr Doktor, is misnamed,” said Herbert, giving the door three resounding knocks with his knuckles, “…door-knockers, rap!”
He demonstrated his contention and the door-knocker rapped-out three sharp retorts in marked contrast to the previously administered knuckle-knocks.
“Anyway, there doesn’t appear to be anybody home,” concluded the Doctor.
“More’s the pity,” grinned Herbert eyeing the elaborately designed door-knocker with evident relish.
The two men turned to leave.
Just then the door opened and a long, leathery-tongue wrapped itself around the Doctor’s ankle and dragged him within.
Herbert walked on, his mind elsewhere, oblivious…
…”How can I, that is neither, be both
an old man and a boy?” said Ewan.
“Is not every man that which was
and that which shall be,
and should not a man,
one day, see the face of his desire?” said the boy.
“Tell me, then, what is my desire,” said Ewan.
And Ewan heard an answer but that answer
was spoken in an unknown tongue and as he looked,
the strange, green-clad child faded from his sight,
and when he stooped to examine the place where he had been,
there was only long grass and thistles which waved in the wind…
…Then Ewan stood and looking down
on the laughing child was amazed,
for the face of the boy was like that of an old man.
Ewan stared for awhile, disbelieving his eyes,
but then he said, “Who, then, are you?”
And the boy replied, “Answer me first the same question.”
“Why must I answer first?” said Ewan.
“Because you already know what you would answer,
and your answer, is my answer also,” said the boy.