before I knew the whole scene was over
another one grew into all the old spaces
and I choose not to cling
to the old identity that was defined
by what had been...
I shook the strangeness off my mind
and carrying the wealth of memories that became
the content of my being
I went down the street
(age appropriate since those splendid creatures
I lusted for were young enough to be
daughters to me...but their mothers...
oh I remember them as fresh and mischievous
as their offspring now are...and still not so tame...)
and felt as though I entered a rift in time
where I was always charged to the full in my hungers
and ever ready to slice a piece of the sun off as my sweet fruit
and the nectar of blooming as my killer wine...
oh past my prime I may be
but a greater prime holds me now
and all the full fading of richness has its own
last fire through the veins in the vineyard of old
I no longer recognize except in the aromas
of the fresh buddings of these new scenes
that make all thing new...as given...
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