I actually recognize half the people I re-encounter in the so-called life.
Race for the finish is complete
Means for expansion I recall, in a reminiscence of a past cycle
, and then, returning to one’s were left off, I am.
Stoned brick walls in a cloud of dust collapse beside me
In the valley below, filling my heart was passion
Once a settled dust, joy or pain settle the score,
For there is room no more
But trust my judgment when I say to you today
Rhyming ends and symmetrical lines lead you nowhere.