Travel Well
The unknown distance to the great beyond
Stares back at my grieving frame
To cast my shadow by the holy sun
My spirit moans with a sacred pain
And it’s quiet now
The universe is standing still.
~Goodnight, Travel Well. The Killers.
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bededobedado
April 28, 2010This verse brought to mind this one:
Black Stone on a White Stone
I will die in Paris while it rains,
on a day which I already remember.
I will die in Paris—and I do not run away—
perhaps in the Autumn, on a Thursday,
as it is today.
It will be a Thursday, because today,
the Thursday that I write these lines,
my bones feel the turn,
and never so much as today, in all my road,
have I seen myself alone.
Cesar Vallejo
KP
April 29, 2010“Walking with the great and vast with no limits in my head”
-Infinite Space, by Rusted Root