Shimmer
The multicolored sands
Of time shift in the
Darkness, illuminated
Only by the wavering
And inconsistent light
Of a single candle.
A single candle
Is held by an old man;
His beard is long,
His clothes, tatters.
Despite his age
He is not decrepit;
He is surprisingly agile.
He turns to you
And asks in all sincerity
“Where is the meaning?”
But you have no answer,
For that is the very thing you are searching for.
Meaning is what led you
Down into the dank hole,
Among the multicolored sands.
You have searched long,
The old man now your constant companion.
He never reveals his name,
Referring only to himself
As the Bearer.
You have grown used to his presence,
His wavering, inconsistent light
Is your cocoon of comfort among the dark.
The old man grows excited
“We’re very near the meaning”
The wavering, inconsistent light
Of his candle suddenly illumines
A towering monolith.
The wavering inconsistency
Of the candle’s light is absorbed
By the immensity of the monolith,
And all is lost.
Bearer, Candle.
All for meaning.
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Xothan
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