A Wilderness Of Signs

A Wilderness Of Signs

A road-sign erupts
suddenly out of the blue,
the blue the neon sheds on the lamentable gloom
of a road that is indifferent to those who walk,
shunning intimacy, brushing past in haste to another day.
the road -sign erupts
with a perfect shadow
drawn with a dense patch of congealed light,
and the road sinks
with one more absurdity added
to the wilderness of a forest of signs.
The light still streams
into the holes, over the stones not spotted in the day,
streaming, flowing, halting in the way,
breaking into perfect geometrical play
of a vivid understanding
of the heart of loneliness that spreads
the evening's dusky feel.
The road is a persona
in the pages of an anonymous entity
that has invaded the homes , the apartments that heave
a breath of silence, a breath of heavy cumbersome weight,
and the high walls of the citadels lean
with a concern, a warmth scarcely felt, scarcely seen.

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