these lines
cross stitched
across your brow
and finely
creased around
your lips
and eyes mean
nothing.
that ceaseless
turn of
the clock
and turning
of calendar
pages have
no hold on you.
you have long ago
found the age
that you will
always be, and
no dimming
light will
discourage
you from thinking
anything
different.
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