Sunday, August 01, 2021


Where yesterday those red/green orbs
Invited one to eat
A memory of youth absorbs
My mind, so bittersweet

Disheveled robes reveal a grim
And lasting injury
An over burdened, rain-soaked limb
Contorted then broke free

Beneath those leaves my eyes began
To see things differently
And now I am a seasoned man
More unattached than free

Aware that I can never slip
The garments of the night
Or the void’s pugnacious grip
So why be plagued by fright?

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