To Think That None of Those Things I Heard in Travelling Were True by T.L. Kryss


To Think That None of Those Things I Heard in Travelling Were True

A tour of the solar system
reveals not even one white horse
standing still under a willow tree,
not even one man who remembers me,
and perhaps it is time I fell with the leaves
that are not of any tree.
From where I stand on the soft cliffs
of this night I see a fire on a wall
and a man singing into it;
there will I go and assume a name
in the world of illusions
buckling the ribs like a sword
around my soul.
I will be seen again,
loved, hated, and forgotten again.
All these years past I have drifted,
awakening several children sleeping
in far places,
yet I have not found the hand
into which all rivers run their course;
and what is there to say
that the grassless night does not say better
and longer?
Now perhaps
it will all count
for something.

Strange Attractors | click the image to enlargePoem taken from the chap book Strange Attractors. First edition July 1993. 200 issues. Co-producer: Mark Stueve of Old Erie Street Bookstore Cleveland, Ohio. Front cover art by Harland Ristau. Lettering by Big Web. Back cover art by Dan Nielsen. Text artwork by t.l. & Carolyn Kryss & Hilary Krzywkowsk. Co-edited by Mark Weber & Mark Stueve. Photo of t.l.kryss by mark weber 18may89. (c)1993 by Zerx Press & t.l. kryss, 5016 Inspiration Dr, SE, Albuquerque, New Mexico 87108

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