Of Life Poem by Bill Marcy

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Trace presence of fledgling vital sines

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Eyes open, memory of you
Thanklessly carrying me to
All the way to my quaint bedroom

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My sense of wonder is replaced
By a sense of purpose, I wait
For a muse to reveal my fate

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Tangent ad infinitum
This is my path, my fate, my love
Skybound, with a purpose profound

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Where is my comfort? By this time,
Past the apex, past my prime, I'm
Just vicariously alive

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Please, I implore, no more, no more
Emptiness, existence what for?

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I again procure my purpose

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I place you in bed carefully

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