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November 15, 2023
At Seventy-Two
I have no further goals I wish to achieve,
at sea-level I am aging more slowly.
This is not like nihilism I believe
but a veneration of all things lowly.
Trapped in this aging body I will not grieve
and celebrate my life for it is holy.
Sonatas I'll play till all tears be released,
salt waters untrap our feared, loathsome beasts.
Corals, stars, flowers coming to fruition,
I have escaped by my death of ambition.
I believe dreams do love us to completion.
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