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To Begin

19 Nov

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Where all my journeys end,
I begin my aged dispersal,
where every path converges,
I am, at that place, unmade;
where all my travels find me,
shall I abide within the world
to be the muse of its creation,
so shall I be the summoning
of my own ethereal interment;
but, if not to be on this earth,
place me then among the stars
to live as their constant fire;
and that, with human hands,
shall I reach o’er the galaxy,
grasp the birth of my making,
and there, begin another journey.

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Posted by on November 19, 2015 in My Poetry

 

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