When ashes ventured to Heraclitus
That more things may exist than fire
He disappeared into a sunny gap
Created by foreshortening of his stride.
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Only when homeless
Did I discover
I was the sole and sanguine heir
To two family graves.
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Having no chronmetric choice
The clock ticks on, yet in its shadow
Lurks a deeper time with hands
Of teeming flesh. Keats measured
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No shapes nor fine geographies will spring
Around me on this Island place.
I study water worrying a rock and know
How countless eyes have seen this present glint,
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All expectations
Crushed
I opened
My coffin lid
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You felt the stars were angels when you walked
The four miles into Midleton for the matinee.
Your mother had to explain how they were human,
That Deanna Durbin was a breathing being,
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A shiver spoils her lovemoan, he can tell:
The lines of love's equation are almost parallel.
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Why did their lustre fade?
Yet with men too age seldom delays:
He thrives a seeming lifetime to discover
He's old within the moment of her gaze.
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