The other night, returning from a stroll,
a gentle restraint cut my pace dead just
short of it tripping the courtyard light’s hal-
ogen blaze – instead, I found myself thrust
into the blue night’s stillness, here I stood
reflecting that through this extended moment
the world was passing, all events made good
in fantastic dimensions here in foment,
here to me dark, as made their clamour vain,
and their conclusion foregone, one I knew
as here within my grasp, their bluff of gain
spiralling, but that must end in review
as what is - here where all compulsions lead,
destinies meet, here the world to conclude;
I paced forward, a blaze of light to read
the path to the house, from the interlude.
