Zeus himself could not undo the web of stone closing around me. I have forgotten the men I was before; I follow the hated path of
monotonous walls that is my destiny. Severe galleries which curve
secret circles to the end of years. Parapets cracked by the days' usury.
In the pale dust I have discerned signs that frighten me. In the concave
evenings the air has carried a roar toward me, or the echo of a desolate
howl. I know there is an Other in the shadows, whose it is to wear out
the long solitudes which weave and unweave this Hades and to long for
my blood and devour my death. Each of us seeks the other. If only
this were the final day of waiting.
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