The Great Beyond

Me: Dr Franklyn’s place was closed this evening,
And he wasn't answering the phone, I know he's in
I can see the light on from my studio and when
I went over to Caroline St and put my ear to his door
I could hear strains of Eric Satie.
Gnossienne number 3 - you can't mistake that insistant
tah tah tah tah, ta ta ta - riff. Satie was one of the things
that brought us into contact. I was just turning to go
when Hanuman, a waiter from the Thai restaurant across
the street, pressed an envelope into my hand saying . . .
‘He’s feeling a little sad, it's an anniversary of
something, but he said to give you this.'
I opened it over a pint of Brains at the Wellington
and read . . .

There is no impossibility of gone.
I once thought otherwise - like you perhaps;
But we know now, as the sun rises,
and still, no word, no trace,
no word anywhere.

The day rises and it falls again,
no word, no trace, no wonder,
but I still laugh looking at Orion.
I turned to speak to a shadow,
and i just can’t get out from under.
All are good intensions.

There is no impossibility of numbers,
we think we can compute them all.
If numbers never end, reality never ends,
sad alas for this universe,
and all the beings from the great beyond.

Me: hmmmm, I hope the old goat is ok