UNSOLVED: Prologue, Lightkeeper, Detective, Nurseryman

Keep note: 

All-knowing, apathetic Gazette wails back a story I’ve come to know.

As thoughtless detective takes my form

“Another day, another ailment, another pain. 

Nothin’ but just a means to an end; another unmarked space.”

Nevertheless, I tune in to the headless rag.

The biting summer salt scorches the air;

 my chair, even my hair. Cocky, mocking clock mocks my chagrin. 

Ruthless Cape Cod lightkeeper looms at noon from within;

“I routinize; I check the log, tend to the light, and observe the fire—fire, my anchor.

Reverie, routine, my retreat—cynicism, sorrow, and dubiety join in a continuous choir.”

Ultimately,

Nurseryman materializes from fog in gardens of my mind

“Tuck me into bed, and fluff my pillows right

Say my prayer—my soul, the Lord’s to keep—as I fall into the specters of reverie.”

I change forms; I take up diversions of fools

However, it’ll never help, of course:

Even after all, She will remain unsolved. 

written by Zoe