Passing
The hoary frost of old age
Lays upon my head like a
Quiet Stone
Its heaviness crumbles
While I sleep
Little pieces of my
Life, drifting away into waves of
Salty Dreams
The Air I breathe
Lifts the skies from the Horizons
Holds them Still
The puddles undulating down the
Mountainsides
My arms wrapped
Around the Sun
Eclipsed Moon at
Midnight
Staring deeply into a
Black Universe
that ends along
the Silver Edges of an
Eternal Night
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