You are the Knight who takes on the questing;
I, the Narrator, tasked with the testing
of your Acts in the City to your Acts
in the Wilds – No resting, boy, no resting…
2.
We left the City, and entered the Wild
Places where potentiality piled
itself to mountains we set off to climb
but slipped on the inclines, greased-up and tiled.
3.
Hand over the Story, hand over names
and shuttle between, perfecting the aims
of arrivals, departures – one true shot
at Dear Fame will do – Lathynarn exclaims.
4.
Starlings line up in the Snow, sit waiting
on the Wire and dream of Springtime-mating
but must halt in misery – foot deep snow
would bury their joy, smother their hating.
5.
Short foot knight count one two three
keep everything locked at Simplicity
and never look to that evil bastard
that foul-mouthed cad, that fiend, Complexity.
6.
What am I doing here – why did I come?
A question asked by the voiceless, the dumb:
ask Rimbaud, Chatwin, ask Isherwood too…
Answer: one to escape, two to become.
7.
Escape from the City, run off away
to the Wild where Dear Fame rambles all day
and pecks at the pickings, foraging free
of charge on the dwarf knight’s naïveté.
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