by Meno_ » Tue Mar 24, 2020 6:33 pm
The third man:
What I like about this woman
Her gambles always
Loose, loose loose
That to absolute near
Levels.
Like she bet a lot on her trio to Britain
And practically handed over all gained
Expecting they be thiefs2
And she says, well
Well well well, at least its good karma
And then a feeling to put
all of the measly few
Left after the ' The Loss'
A feeling the gamble will pay big
( and it would have )
REAFFIRMS my case for the benifits of loss.
But that is not all not by a long shot, oh no indeed,
The gambled paid off big time
It won an everlasting soul, the devils bet ,
Confiscated, contained, and captired time, in a bottle .
The tree in the secret garden still
Time and heart stoppingn sacrificial nullifying tree, the echoes of everlasting whispering
There then at a time of lostness
that only the truly mystified can conjure up.
That preceded by a whole summer there nothing but read
Magic Mountain.
Oh, Hans, how futile and beautiful languid the super natural be, can anyone stop it ,
so as to fix it,
for ever?
She can and did
Instill it, and the second man has gone to Alaska, fish for Salmon, is he still alive , the third man his father
either, doesen't seem to know.
Postscript: " I accept lostness for ever"
Jack Kerouac