"Meander" (Pessoa XXII.)

By diamondlight, the undercover policeman
returns not wiser, maybe a little older
to the scene, with wary verses that don't scan.

Ev'rything has changed. The walls that moulder
bear diff'rent logos, Heraclitus' twin
says nothing ever dies, the groundhog's god
is shadow. Now, a viral Saracen [sin]
enters the rank abode.

Orange klones, a troubled sky, and i
smell tar i cannot see. When poets lose
the sense of being in a voice, they sometimes try
to find another they can use;

the guard at midnight half-recalls
a whisper through the walls, a whisper in the walls.


How come you never see Dick Cheney and Yog Sothoth in the same room at the same time?