The Ghent Review Volume1, Number 1, summer 2016 | Page 49

“Will you…”,
“I suppose…”
Away! Fiends of air be-gone! Nor any other lushness lure me to lesser
affirmations.
I will celebrate. As it was aforetime so shall it be hereafter. World unto world
within a word. Only that which I know can please me (I the most pleased).
As if the ancient traditions were made new or that there were no traditions
to dull the beauty of my nakedness!
Either way…junctions and joining. Choice of one road opposing the choice of
another. A different future in both choices and mine to chose. Left foot or
right foot. And must I attire myself accordingly? Hat and cane perhaps. A
steady pace or a slow saunter?
Then into what future am I travelling down this road or that? And what life
will be unlived because I choose one road rather than another?
Junctions and joining. But also, in the same choice, denials and
separations. Thus be it so for it is so. I choose and have no regrets.
Forward!
Forward!
Battle-hymns upon my lips and my cane flashing like a lance!
O wonderful morning. O great day of my desire. Am I less than your
expectations and demands of me? Am I less than any fatherless child who
has a right to be in this sunshine?
Forward!
Forward!
Choose a path and adhere to it. Break the obstacles in your way. Cast aside
the useless traditions like useless cloths. Sing as befits your mood. Stride
with confidence into the city because there is no other world and this is it.