What did the person look for in life before he died?
Blue eyes to darkness have surrendered
Your fervent heart would beat no more
Your hand, diagonally extended,
Lied motionless, not on the floor
But high above it. There in slumber
You slept and dreamt that you have tumbled
Like Alice, down a rabbit’s hole,
With nothing there to break your fall.
A single moment’s repetition
Would never cease inside your mind.
You thought that it was left behind,
But there it spun, the apparition,--
The word you read before you died,
Before you walked into the light.
Inside a book, the era festers
A lifetime’s captured in one line--
The second column of the “Webster’s”--
The middle of nine-fourty-nine.
Thus meaning slowly grows eternal
Below the “purple passage, purple
Scale, purplish, purply, purport...”
Your eyes were focussed on one word,
You sought to find a little sense.
All’s in the past, clock’s stubborn hands
Will not reverse. The tenth edition
Forever sealed your final plea
Inside a word that all can see.