Whose soul didn't wither

once i was a boy

enchanted by the illusory allure

of a world fueled by imagination

i was a leaf in the wind

adrift in my dreams

still blinking on the daybreak of manhood

 

beneath the azure of my midday sky

i became a man

whose soul didn’t wither

because he lost his way

rather it retreated receded

until sadness like water flowed

from my eyes

from my veins

from my heart

 

i have seventy candles now

but i can’t seem to recall

where all the years went

all i know

is that my past isn’t simply a time

it is also a queer kind of ghost

that urges me on a path that leads down

         

down six feet below.

 

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