Each step a slice of time
Measuring constant farewells.
The dirt I scuff, the grass I trample,
When I fall they fall spreading out
Around me indifferent and unharmed.
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Unleavened thoughts despair the wandering wind,
My life bathed in darkness so beautiful
No clarity can deny.
Ah, the rustle of sharp winds as they
Echo off the shards of a long lost thought.
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Crooked rainbows arched over
A fallow mind. Blue-gray visions of six decades
Of mindless wandering. I sit alone staring
Up the rugged mountains of my past
Lost now in impenetrable mist.
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With each step my feet sink farther into the sand.
The waves churning up debris of a lost past
Deliver to me warnings of my approaching end,
As if these premonitions were needed beneath so clear a moon.
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I sit all day in a dark corner of my mind
Refusing food, drink and light.
I can feel my hair whiten, my breath shorten.
Until this moment I thought sadness was an enemy,
But now realize what a soft touch she has.
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