in settled wandering
i experience a gradual decay through my seventh decade in an irresistible process of detachment from the world that will end when i end.
with first light i first-person myself into the I you resurrect before Thou.
O self-revelatory encounter!
wordless at first there springs an attentiveness that mines from paleolithic shadows an endless moment's willing suspension of disbelief until once more I am wordless at last.
this and this
I bless each absence