getting dark

Poetry
Russell Edson

     You will hear her, the muse; she knocks three times. Past that she knocks no more …

     The password is nonsense.
     This begins the secret which hides the final message.

     You will sit in the dark waiting for the three knocks. Do not be fooled by the coming of the three little pigs, or the old man who hobbles on a cane. The one who slays the Sphinx at the end of the game.

     The consummation is nonsense, without which the road of the final message is overgrown with meaning, and the vagueness of everything is everywhere …

（晚七點零七分機艙外望——）