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I Will Be the One

I will be the one, silver hair 
I brush from 
cheek, 
I pull it back
behind, 
and bind 
when fragile bones
decline

request from muscle’s nerve
I will be the one to serve

to wash between, rinse 
shoulder 
blades 
pour warm water
dress
and bless
your humble
- ness

from root of waters source
I will be the cleansing force

To bring, (breath) life 
to yellowed
page
in poetry
your verse
converse
when vision finds
the curse

when you've seen, too much
I will be the guiding touch

I will be the one,  when stories 
you tell
again
I listen in first
ears
fresh tears
and smiles refined
by years

constructing new theory still
I will be the one to heal  


 
I will be the one, the end
sight
you see
while leaving this 
bed
Time fed
blood of the soul
red

coursing through maze complete
I will be the one 
              - at your feet

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