And, one more

(Go slow. Do not hurry to the final day.
Enjoy each moment in this house of clay.
For aeons past in wind-tossed, primal sea
The Universe prepared itself for thee.
For one brief flicker all that your soul desires
Burns, and shines, and suddenly retires.

Go slow, I say; go slow; go slow.
These troubles will escape you ere you know.)

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A human being, striving to become more so.

Posted on December 14, 2004, in Poetry. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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