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#poetry

Fri, 06 Mar 2026 16:03:36 +0200

What went ye out for to see?

What went ye out for to see?
A reed blowing in the wind?
A man clothed in soft raiment?
Strange whimsy, free entertainment?

Stones sat upon stones?
Trees amongst trees?
Old house atop hill?
Gentle Spring breeze?

Amusement, mirth, gay merriment?
Topsy, turvy, live in experiment?
Divers stuff and things fantastical?
Shudder at chatter ecclesiastical?

What went ye out in the wilderness to see?
A stick in the mud, birth of a tree?
Birds and bees and desert sands?
Barren homes, forgotten lands?

Woman clothed by the sun.
Does the sun not burn?
Woman of the earth.
Does the earth not swallow thee up?

Fly away according to your season.
Problems external, within, the reason.
Flap your wings into the Summer.
Flap away till pain made number.

What did you come out for to see?
Unknown discomfort or more known sadness?
Wild adventure or tour bus madness?
Feelings internal in your eyes seen.

Run hide, helpless one.
Lest the mirror see you.
And you see the mirror.
And the mirror your soul.

What went ye out for to see?
Me.
Weak bird.
Last goodbye.

—Dylan Araps