Let us go forth,
into this new day.
Let us sail
unafraid and undaunted
to new beginnings.
Morning beckons a fresh light.
New, clean unbroken,
radiant and beaming.
Gleaming and pure,
full of rage, fire and movement.
But Dawn calls out for its kin,
the young and the naked,
not the old and the weathered.
I was skinned and stoned,
so many times,
by choice and chance,
that I’m known only by my scars
bruises, aches and the longing for deeds not done.
Before me I see the New Dance,
Taught to the new and hidden from the old.
Living is made of the anger, pain and cum of the newly born.
All the rest is not of this world.
The present is Time’s gift to youth,
showering it with now and,
promising it a future.
For them alone,
I have wore out my welcome,
the Stream runs with the blood of others,
but still I live...
surely not by Nature’s wish,
it’s lustful drunkenness for childhood,
and its never ending begetting of youth,
are boons that are bestowed to those shorter in years.
And certainly not for
and all other icy comforts of aging.
I live bereft of reasons to be.
The Gods don't need me anymore,
Aging set me free from purpose and destiny.
So I am,