though I see only the path before me
and my years fall like the grass
I know time is a runner beside me
and in it I am born and dead
and alive
though I see the sky as a blanket
it is a blanket being unfurled
by time the runner beside me
and under it I am naked and clothed
and free
though my children race before me
as I begin to slow
I know time is a runner beside us
and we arrive at the beginning
together
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