from this week in March, 2020 (I was 75)
One keeps pace
in increasingly
smaller space
The enormity of youth
fills the entirety
of its perception
What it cannot comprehend
it will surmise to satisfaction
relegate the unknown
to the unnecessary
Later holdings are more precious
revealing nuance of introspection
off surfaces cast in different light
facets aglow beside the flash
deeper shades of recognition
requiring less space to occupy
more time
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