A Man of No Consequence (Written September 27, 2013)

A Man of No Consequence


Where the windows look out on the night,

Where the moon drifts among clouds,

Where the owl hoots and the cat screams,


Where the sun never rises,

A man of no consequence dreams

He is late, but for what – is not clear.


A meeting that will determine

His fate. He has nothing to fear,

He tells himself, while his hands


Shake and sweat pours from his face.

As far as the eye can see, these lands

Belong to him, as it’s written


In the book for anyone who cares

To look. He’s hopelessly smitten

And will do whatever it takes.

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