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INTERPRETATION X
aristotle could not touch
by Millicent Machell
Aristotle could not touch
two men on a train
milking their amber wisdom.
I was going to change the world
I told you that
but oh, how the world spun,
hurtled through its axis
and rushed half-dreams were passed
in trodden pursuit
of neat, fenced, street.
But mate, the world's a bastard.
Hotel suites and company cars accepted,
Ghandi agenda was not.
As those hands ticked
yours became golden-banded
and held the newborn possibility that you would soon dampen -
"Don't burn too bright!"
And now
on a train at midnight
with the new light calling
and brogue-studded city falling behind,
they laugh.
We will shortly be arriving
but I say where?
too late, my philosophers have gone
the train keeps moving
to predestined home.
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