Farewell.
And almost no pain
all all die but once
the ape in the tree
Mahler's refrain an epitaph.
1907 a fortunate rural summer
then thin autumn frost
all this life.
Death is no end
where i go
clouds mist eternal.
Singing in the dead night
the exquisite hour ends
where it began.
An invisible palm
plump rose crevices.
Knowledge to be lost.
Song of my wandering heart.
-- 29, 30 May, 2010
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