The past has come apart events are vagueing the future is a seedless pod the present pain. Not even pain has that precision with which it struck youth. Years like moths erode internal organs hanging or falling in a spoiled closet. Does you mirror bedevil you? Or is the impossible possible to senility? How could the erstwhile agile and slim self- that narrow silhouette- come to contain this huge incognito- this bulbous stranger- only to be exorcised by death? Dilation has entirely dominated your long reality. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ANOTHER FRANCIS OF ASSISI by FREDERICK HENRY HERBERT ADLER THE COACHMAN'S YARN by EDWIN JAMES BRADY SONNETS OF SEVEN CITIES: BOSTON by BERTON BRALEY AN UNPRAISED PICTURE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON VIA CRUCIS, VIA LUCIS by PHOEBE CARY A POET'S HOPE by WILLIAM ELLERY CHANNING (1817-1901) THE LEGEND OF FAMOUS .. GUITAR MASTERS, CAVELIERO COMER AND DON HILL by CHARLES COTTON |