On Death
There comes a fascination
with advancing years.
A vantage point unique
to view the shifting tiles
of one complex mosaic
made of overlapping lifetimes.
Seeing all those lives,
there are no words
but those of wonder
at an unvoiced challenge
to relate, or to pronnounce design
then shy away in impotence
as science yields
to mere mortality.
Still, I keep returning for a look.
I want to get to know this final act,
try to build a friendship,
and in a few short months or years
to welcome its embrace.
Already comes the news
of its arriving...not the hour,
But there is time remaining
to spruce up a bit.
A most illustrious visitor
with one last gift
is on the path,
and no event preceding it
can ever dim the splendor
of its truth.
~
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