Tuesday, September 17, 2024
Classic
You see yourself
In that perverse window
That inverted surface
Studying every crevice
Worrying every wrinkle
Wondering
Where the days have gone.
And I tell you
Through this lens
I see
Like all men
You have packed
Those days with living
And stacked those years
Like cord wood
To feed
The blazing glory
You are today.
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Previously posted on Threads
