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hanging tenuously from tree branch the ripe object of temptation sunlight peeks through the hill trees signaling arrival of a new day more a curse than a blessing, less a decision than affirmation worn leather valise undergoes the rigors of final journey faded granite marker put in position two hundred years ago no matter how tight we cling to existence, it shall leave us behind dark silence of ornate gilded nave constrained angst for generations always shall be the prospect of something beyond our imagining hiking along the high trail yields broad vistas of surrounding islands suffering through the high-pitched howling of a bitter northerly wind desiring to ensure that the lies which I tell myself are harmless better a fond memory than just another imperfect being within life's confines, relevance has ever been a moving target