But Still
Our lives brittle and incoherent
time whips away chunk after chunk
seconds seem longer when you are older
gnarled fingers holding onto the mist
eyes that show a story nearly done
a soul panting and shuddering
exhausted and spent
all of your knowledge, lost in a haze
as you soldier on with the last of your days
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