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As if to speed my slow decay
by David N. Muxo
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As if to speed my slow decay I breathe more deeply, And hope I may Accelerate the wasting Rhythm of my life. It was so long ago That I was young, And yet my eyes have Never been so clear. Last Saturday I saw a sail That for the mist The others could not see. Last night I saw you just as clearly In my memory. We lay like sea shells On the edge of dreams And talked of our First tenderness. Your loving fingers traced A starfish in my palm. Long since the years have Struggled to erase that Sacred rendering. And now, Too long a lonely player On an empty stage, I dream the final curtain. The scene has lasted long, And still plays on. |