I have decided to keep your (increasingly) divided attention with another poem. Further entertainment can be had at the Web Comics page, where you can find an incomplete list of the web comics I keep up with. Otherwise, you have to hold a day or two for the philosophically captivating posts.
In wandering…
Before us lie meandering
ways. I, a tragic hero, travel
in dark forests where lives unravel
Across the green, luck is pandering
to me, in castles, clothed in purple.
In aspen woods, newly white,
my paths diverge in fractals with mine
and twist and turn with thine.
Yet, the air ahead fogs my site
down these trails, like dark alleys
leading from sunny summer valleys
and days cast in silver light.
Yet every yellow brick road
leads not to Oz’s abode
but Charon’s dock.
