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Curiosity can enlighten or kill……

A ghost, though invisible, still is like a place
your sight can knock on, echoing; but here
within this thick black pelt, your strongest gaze
will be absorbed and utterly disappear:

just as a raving madman, when nothing else
can ease him, charges into his dark night
howling, pounds on the padded wall, and feels
the rage being taken in and pacified.

She seems to hide all looks that have ever fallen
into her, so that, like an audience,
she can look them over, menacing and sullen,
and curl to sleep with them. But all at once

as if awakened, she turns her face to yours;
and with a shock, you see yourself, tiny,
inside the golden amber of her eyeballs
suspended, like a prehistoric fly.

Cave ab homine unius libri.

Time heals nothing. Wounds remain long after they are created. Life can clutch you by the throat and slowly drag you over rocks and stones and you soon realize you have been used like a bulldozer, to carve a path….Time does not heal, only senility and death do….