Kleroterion: perhaps

Fleeting thoughts

Perhaps it is now, perhaps it was then
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
What is the good of living, what is the good of dying,
Perhaps if the world slowed down you could see the seconds of truth,
Perhaps if you wound up time you could see the specks
Of truth
In the portrait of a lifetime.

Perhaps if I lived in Botswana
I’d walk with a different step
And a different sack slung over my right shoulder.
What bid me first to take a stroll?
Perhaps it was the slow roll
Of time ascending on a hill
Or descending down the grain-mill

If I walk - towards what -
If I walk
And trace my steps 
Along the lines 
Beside the shadows under signs
Zitto! 
Gaze above beyond the signs 
And crane my gaze to the sun
Lighten my steps to a run
Sail swifter than a trireme
With all of life behind me to redeem;

What then?
Perhaps
I’d reach a point within the sea
Where one moves in tranquility
And the isles - disintegrate upon the horizon
And nothing is left to foresee

Except silence, and the
End of silence.

( heed the waves
 subsiding with the cry of a banshee )

Kleroterion - Athenian machine ( 5th century ) randomising your role in politics. Aristotle: ‘man is by nature a political animal’, politics not being confined to the government, but encompassing all of Athenian life & its interactions