Day 316: Vision

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will it take –
finally and only –
my decrepit age
‘fore i’m remembered
to my youth?

is it only by
the retired eye
that i more clearly might
look upon my days
and the sum
of all their houred parts?

when wide becomes the pupil
and thin becomes the veil
of time
as it
fictitiously ticks
along.

when vision narrows
to such a stream
the world cannot blur or muddle
and crystalline
becomes the view
of all the hoaried life i’ve led.

my greatest works
have been, in silence, bred,
as prayers,
sung soft in storms
but that carried on the wind

to future selves
and tomorrow’s me,
that is
waiting

waiting.

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