history, ancient?
or only similar, almost,
the same? nay,
both would blaspheme this
scene,
setting and
plot,
a story arrived despite
contrary
conceptions, unintended
yet, splendid
though I strain to recall
which side
of the hall this self
belongs,
fearing the answer is not
at all.
still, unstalled, and onward
we
must
despite rust and betraying
reverie,
ever watchful of doorways
unopened, and
desires all rich in 
hoping-
a fool sits upon a
bench, in
anticipated waiting for
a miracle,
or the like, real enough
to stay.