is not the turned page of his circumstance
anticipating night a shy star
interfaced commonalities of last
a harsh leaving heard is cause for struggle
and himself is not a plaintive answer
as working silence and warmth disturbed
with shrunken seat I sitting antique
wealthy rolling spooned eyes and aging
it is last visible far at my feet
in the company of his blotted sheep
honest color is comedy and white
an old described triumph and a miss
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