Saturday, September 02, 2006

aging me

this aging thing
creeps in
slow erosion
i am being reclaimed
inevitable time
moves through me
like thick rich
love
and i
open armed
swept away
look
into the light
of the next
i am blind
afraid
comforted
determined
to go
a single
many colored
sail
out to the blue sea
of ending
into the bright ocean of
beginning



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