With Words Untold

I always felt

  when it was time to die

 

The Muse would know

  before you or I

 

The hours borrowed,

  the moments loaned

 

Return to feelings

 and verse unflown

 

With eyes never clearer,

  or heart so bold

 

I make my exit

  —with words untold

 

(Schuylkill Expressway: February, 2016)

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