January 7th, 2004

My Guys

Wisdom

Days fold, one on another
  infinitely thin
and light
      Dazzling
I breathe within
covered and comforted
counting translucent ((rings))
of time and memory

Secret folds turn
  and years of simplicity
become intricate
origami swans
      Magical
I am carried
over troubled waters, where
I thrashed as a youth

Terrified and purified
  I have emerged
passing through
crystalline palaces of time
      Superman
Unafraid of life
scathed but unscarred
I have walked through fire

Now wiser hands
  furtively weave
mysterious cloth cascading
and faultless
      Beautiful
as a wheel spins clay beyond mortal hands
and casts it, anxiously
around the cradles of my sons

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