becomes aware once more he has been walking
half an eternity. Then briefly balking,
he turns around, sets out, his hearth his goal.
Thus history at last comes to an end,
reflects back on itself, its flow reversed.
Now no occurrence ever will be first,
nor will surprise await around no bend.
Chance, once mysterious scout who chose the course
becomes reduced to trivial afterthought.
Stern Fate, who made things turn the way they ought,
is useless now the destiny ‘s the source.
Once home old Time will take a meal, a bath,
and maybe later he’ll tread another path.
This one is dedicated to joculum