The tempest of time and the vagaries of fortune
Have assembled this scene
Where I am no longer myself
But a fraction, or a splinter of what I might have been
Now I wander like a ghost along gleaming corridors
Of a vast and lonely fortress
Helplessly searching for Health
In body, bones, heart and head, pain has not visited yet
In sleep visions, I reach your hand and lace our fingers
Into a lattice of love
When awakened you are gone
Into the mists of a past that now I only dream of
The only way forward is to walk into the face of fear
And then right on through it
To the vast, blue yawning
Beyond the pale unknown where my future is lit
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