For What It Is
Old men
see death
more clearly
When young
all life
is blind
The magic in
that voice
who calls
In
salutary
rhyme
Old men
embrace
the knocking
That
signifies
the end
Their souls
intact
for travel
Their
legacy
befriends
That road
beyond
tomorrow
Where
posterity
inures
Awaits
the man
who braved the storm
And leaves
this world
— secure
(Dreamsleep: October, 2025)
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