Today the clouds have swept me away
their glowing facets of yellow and bronze
I turn my eyes to stare out of the shade
brilliance of the previous 6,000 dawns.
Have I seen more than half of my life's share today?
Or less, so you see the question I pose?
Keep writing and explaining the things in decay.
The fall or the jump, we keep begging to know.
Ungratefully steady, the world is a spin,
conscious of the state I am within.
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