LIFE ON CHESTNUT HILL
My life on Chestnut Hill is running down.
I have spent it so imbued with Death, or dying
anyway, that now I've lost all track of time.
I wander homeless. I seek the shapes and forms
of things that do not really exist at all; a shadow
of a vapor, a form, elongated by the sunlight
making it tall. The dark and the light of Life,
both have smacked me hard, and over, and over.
My life on Chestnut Hill, the same, is done.
And there is little more that I can do about it.
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