Midnight Stopover at a Free Lane Keep East

"Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends, but is played out over and over again in the quietest chambers. The mind can never break off from the journey."
    --Pat Conroy

"I soon realized that no journey carries one far unless, as it extends into the world around us, it goes an equal distance into the world within."
    --Lillian Smith

So this was why light
With its masked core of
Reflects "mint greens",
Shouting sweet
Perils of which chambers
Lurked and not distinctly
Given, misunderstood.
And this was why doors
Should open, stories
Claimed, and dawns
Knocked out with
The charge of
Abandoned chairs.
Too many like that Yellow
Touch--and those forms
Of Imminent See which,
With another color--
Only unveil what
We are seeking.
We had found
It all before, many times
Over. This very
Evening, for all time
To come. At
11:59 but
As a permanent shift
Of such an epoch, which was
Why something must
Sprout and waves
At a curtain
Left hanging
Halfway to
The sky, to
The very deep
Of you, to
The unaccustomed.
But this was why
Sometimes, too,
Something must
Be fled in to
The One Direction
In no time
At all.


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