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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