Aftermaths

I only wanted to tell of one moment
and its long aftermath.

With a gesture -
he left the room. No one
has ever left a room
the way he did.

He left it
altered forever.

He left the room
but the room retained
the stamp and magic and chaos
of his spirit.

When he died,
surrounded by his beloved books
his last words
were not remembered.

It is by the aftermaths
that we must truly judge
greatness.

Another adaptation from Ben Okri’s 2016 Don Quixote and the ambiguity of reading.

Dream intentionally - while you’re awake.

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