There is no one here.
And then…
all arrive
to me within.
Memory grows
beyond my years,
laughter and grief,
beyond my tears.
No separate souls,
No specters rise,
No demons linger,
nor give surprise..
Yet time compresses here, revealing
men as mayflies, not concealing
life’s most essential glories
often quenched by numbered stories.
June 2004
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