Each corner whittled away.
Each skin shed.
Each day passed.
Each leaf that falls silently to the ground.
Each turn of the season.
Each moment slips away.
Each part and portion mark this process of elimination.
This rolling distance of the here and then becomes only fading light, dimming memories... vague recollection stretching out on the road beyond.
In this gray light and fog of memories, I have dwelt.
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