Directions Poem by Ian Keenan
Directions
I have directions
Numberless,
Every stone on every .
Road predicted,
No turns,
No turning back.
The hedgerows and the land beyond
lack consequence,
And thereafter
Offer no
Distraction.
Neither the end,
Nor the way,
Nor the reasons are distorted,
for each, in every way,
Is the same.
I, in this box,
Await with patient
Aimlessness
The dull heat ashes
Of my end.
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