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Solitary refinement
new from the solitary confinement of yesteryear
old whims and notions matter none
I strengthen with age as a fine wine

I taste of Summer - the scorched roof of my mouth from the fire within

Partially plundered I parted with past prophecy

Or perhaps parted from me...

I now hear the future bellowing
beckoning, urging, demanding my presence

I smell the air of Winter
The scent of energy in my lungs
intensifies when I inhale the crisp, cool breeze

Today I feel alive, alert

Yet I can see the growing bristles on my chin
ever aware of the aging eyes in the reflection of the mirror

...I know my life someday will end.

I only hope the way of the world
will allow my ultimate completion endured on my terms

Worry -

Centers my fears and downfalls
Enters my hopes and predictions
Descends my soul and existing flesh
Until it answers my questions and tensions

I tumble as Autumn leaves
Although I am ready to proceed
I've dropped the ball..
I must succeed in
Finding myself..
so I can have beliefs and..
no more preconceived discrete self-destructive deceit

I have to ante up to myself
Because who else will pay for my wisdom peaked?

Whose tapestry will remain a doily
Unless my effort plants the seed?

I need the cool drink of Spring
To regrow my dying feelings
and restore my lost dreams