Final Hours

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As morning’s light,
At last, rebukes
The noises
Of the night,
My restlessness
Turns to all
Stiffness and pain.
The hours,
The minutes,
Escape from me
With abandon.
While my pace, and my steps,
Become enshackled by rage.
My dignity, my power,
My freedom, my youth,
Remain little more, now,
Than some gray, and
Long-censured, truth.
I long for your heights
I desire your depth

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