Chapter 27 expect

expect There are no long stone steps leading to the loneliest place no one from a different age walk on the same whip no domesticated deer through the wilderness of dreams no expectations only one petrified seed rolling hills of lies nor deny its existence on behalf of human intelligence and ferocious all teeth are waiting patiently looking forward to after the flowers flicker the only fruit They have waited thousands of years The square of desire spread out wordless history A blind man groping his way my hand moves on the white paper i am the blind man