Victor taught us much in his quest to seek out
the meaning behind the shadows -
shining a light into the recesses of man's mind.
Of all the thousands of words he uttered
It is the image of the Bird and the Sunlight:
Beyond those Vertical Lines
His words - at least for me tonight
the only ones containing any Real Meaning.
Today & tonight surrounded as IAm
by this hideous sea of gilded grey
I watch closely as unobserved,
he slides yet another small piece of bread
into the inner pocket of his jacket
And all those old vertical lines from before?
Although now long gone
They remain deeply embedded within his soul.
And tonight across this vast ocean of space and silence
I learn that residing amongst his satin-lined pockets
One can find not only crusts and crumbs
But also the crumbs and keys
(To Frank lest we forget)
