Long Trick

What haughty air
You stoop a walk
by your subtle decay
O, the knightly crumpled man
Every yarn you weave
Cobbling together
the imperfections of your life
Ultimately –
by being born with milk breath
Toothless; you are
Rattled by death

All life’s long trick; rests
A quiet sleep and an infinite dream
Rovering around the hinterland

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    Every man has this stage, yet one pretends to know not about it. The ultimate reach of life is that long rest.


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