I sense some final diminishment


I'm descending my last peak

and the descent

though anguished and full of care

seems to grow lighter

as gravity takes over

and the sunlit peaks

shine brighter above

the descent into the shadow


the valley soft and beckoning

at the bottom of the twilight

and the youth that seems

but a moment ago

comes flushing out

into perception

and each age smoothes

into a single acceptance of bittersweet peace


in the full acceptance of night-comforted ground....





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