He comes out to turn the hands of time.
The train will soon come while the birds sing
their morning song and
the old seagull painstakingly walks on three legs.
Oedipus may have had a picnic with the Sphinx.
Riddle solved, he still did not have a clue
so blinded by hubris and resistance to what is.
When those eyes look out into the distant nowhere,
is he saddened that the candle has burnt
or glad for the flame it has given?