Jan 13, 2017
He shook my hand gravely. He was there, Behind lined face, Outstretched hand. “Our palaver is finished,” I said. “Goodbye,” He said, Noncommittal. Leaving him, I had the feeling I had Been talking beyond myself, Used words, Expressed attitudes not my own. I was in the grip of some Alien personality. Like the servant, In a trance, Recited pages of Greek philosophy Overheard. Or perhaps, I was catching up with myself. Put into words, Feelings I had Hitherto suppressed. Or was it, I was no longer afraid? I stopped. I was no longer afraid. There was No reason to be Afraid. I felt lightheaded. I went on. I felt that I would fall, Had fallen. My mind went Alternately Bright and blank.