AN AGING CHILD'S MEMOIR: Perspectives from the Intangible
All at once I am awakened into the space
where prestigious wealth drips
from stars sharing themselves
with sea-tossed strangers.
Emerging from secrets,
I learn to embrace a flowering emptiness
as a mysterious expression,
adrift in present tense, wanders among
funeral processions and wedding vows
While the dust collects,
I am beautifully born from epitaph,
tossed by the waves
of a disappearing song,
crafted beyond time,
woven into harvested worth.
Slowly, as I am engrafted into
panoramic views from eternity,
I emerge over these blank pages
to scrawl out an aging child’s memoir,
bleeding with devotion,
until the Fullness of Time leaves me
expectant with treasure.
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