rain between rains this morning more rain more water
on
ground, great day for the nightmare of waking once more
into your own life, the self you hold in your arms like
an unruly child, otherwise the condition, of living and
leaving at once, like everybody else, what light beneath
such darkness? what have you had to accept to be with
yourself? who else do you hold? truly, & so forth, days
durable, nights soaked in dream, life leaking through
your body, your self wavering in middle distance or a
form that goes before you, always, how will you look
dying? set against what hillside flowering in winter,
what reversal in the hard current, four ages of man: love,
work, regret, and death, set into the inexorable forward
motion of the universe, what luminescence in balance?
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