in a tower

a man in a tower
is reading
by the light of a candle
what he is reading

i don't know

i do not know at all

is it a guidebook
to the masonry
or a map to the view
from the window?

i will never know

in the meantime
outside
the sun shines
the seasons change

the storms come and go

aristocracy

You sense behind you
an irresistible buildup

A nameless, insatiable
demand for breakthrough

An eternity of beauty
rushes through you

You have inherited vast fortunes
and their attendant responsiblities

You hold on to all this
as though the very world
was waiting for you

You say :

Of the dull, what is required
is not what is required
of those who shine

But :

How long
can you hold on?