These roads are eloquent
in every inarticulate turn
in every unarticulated horizons
in the dead-end
of every apathetic
distance.
These signs all bear meanings
in their meaningless floundering allures,
in their floundering allure
of meaning.
We repeat a distance
like these trains
on and on.
Every random throwaway stride,
finds its meaning
in the destinies of all these alleys,
like a portray
that confesses, utters
and lets itself out
only
in its last derivative lines.
These streams of people
are just epigrams
oscillating in their destinations
to convey
THE real meaning
between the lines of these roads,
between
departures and arrivals!
These streams of people
are just epigrams
oscillating in their destinations
to convey
THE real meaning
between the lines of these roads,
between
departures and arrivals!
^^^^ Brilliant!
