how just when you get traction, you slip
and go down hard, wincing mostly at
the stab of being old; what’d happened?
This epic tale has nothing to offer me, I
died being born and I've been trying to
come back ever since; I don’t see a choice.
Nevertheless, now and then, you get a moment.
Often enough to keep you panting for it.
Any of it;
what could be said was beautiful and had
great heart for having nerve to try.
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