Somewhere the truth lies still and frozen 
why can’t we measure ourselves? 
Measure the unseen depth? 
Not for gain, not for bliss. 
For inner tranquility, moving into the time 
where living and dead meet. 

The silhouette of cicrcling hawk was frightening 
the Sun was wilting 
and I had entered into a lonely sky. 
The flash of insight burned my thoughts. 
I must count my gifts. 
Time was ruining my creases. 

Here was a naked truth 
unclothed by time 
beyond the innocence of age. 
You were walking on the planks of emptiness, 
inviting death. 
Was it so easy to die? 
Easy to forget the unforgetful? 
Your loaded years falling away?

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