Endymion, cycling,
Västmanland
And
Endymion,
here
a twelve-year-old boy
cycling
on a grit road
on
an ancient boneshaker
under
August’s full-flooding moonlight.
And
just the grit beneath the wheels.
In
this light all is seen from its other side.
Hidden
behind the clocks is every stroke of time’s
blond
brother, who is an empty and deadly
hour
of rest.
This
boy is now completely free.
Just
the Goddess and him.
And
crayfish rattling in the rucksack.
(p.
455)
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