Now

Sometimes 

I feel a little unstable, doing the stuff
That's right, 

I'm getting old, 

Rough, hoping for a
Rough beauty, so
I guess it's best to move
On into this
Kicking crying 

Screaming wondering

Where she was all those years
Place,
Find a visceral voice, 

Not sure,

Quite, how yet.

I do know that 

To realize and say,

Just say it,

Love it, and 

Do it is entirely up to

Each of us, all of us, knowing it's 

A long corner, long slow corner
To turn, and whether we make it

Can't be known.

Who cares, anyway, really, who dares?
Just feel this precious moment 

Leave a voice, a tear, a handprint on

This earth, her water and sky, 

We are gone in a heartbeat, 

Like water around rock.

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