Sunday, January 15, 2012

I feel weak

before my own dissolving

back into the elements from which I arose


weakness is a strength

for facing the end of a process


my memories are my glory

the content of my being

and I adore every moment every illumination


every joy every come

even every disillusionment


the light on certain eternal afternoons

are encoded on my consciousness

and while there is much of which I'd repent


I wouldn't have missed those permanent moments

for anything...for anything...



Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.

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