Delineation
I visited your house,
and its face
devoured by vines
left me desolate
I remembered
hurrying to live,
your hands
cracked,
they now lay
crumbled
to dust
The mysteries
scoring your face,
pitting the pores,
mimicking skin,
are now forever
closed in pine.
Suddenly beauty rose
in your wild garden,
and dragonflies
grazed my mind,
I silently conceded
with a sigh,
That the equation
and the totality
of your lifetime,
will now never
be solved.
Some conundrums
are pure splendor,
and shall in no time
be deciphered.
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