the blue
of night is here.
the soft
clouds of youth have
flown.
I inch
to the window
to find a sullen moon,
a yellow
lamp
holding a cat
in its shadow.
I go forward
I go back.
I understand less now
than I did
just yesterday.
I used to be
young
before I became old.
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