Movement I
Soon you will be gone
and they
will not see you
for the dust of your
crossing for the
possibilities like
wings endowing
your body with
the strength to fly -
pass them all
pass them all by
and exult in
movement
in the casting-off
in the existing - let
your hope
be as froth on
the crest of a
wave - be brave.
These things converge
they merge to a
point, a space
an individual event
see the days race away
they take you with them
your past is spent
you cannot repent of anything
you have done any place
been, any face known -
see
the overall scheme of
things and perceive
the joy that
movement brings -
for you are moving
moving on
as one whole being:
a being with wings.
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