Threnody
‘I was born of the early hours’ dark.
Lived full until the shore of night.
There, laid open to behold-
the nascent things, the patterns to unfold
beyond the costly, feted midnight
2
Early it was when,
I half-died, in the morning.
3
Through awful hours
of sunlit excess-
unto collapse,
I passed in half-light-
pain-wrapped, grief-smothered.
4
Deathly have I been
throughout this heartbroken age
Living shall I be
to witness these hours return.
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May some slivers
Remain
of wisdom gained
deep
to guide my thoughts,
my words and hands to care,
As again the wheel
spins’