I wish of that of use to bes, and yearn of
times, long gone by; for in the twilight
of my life, all seems finally clear, for the nearer
death...the clearer life.
Now surrounded by
'material things' that I have labored for, I
have come to realize, that in such things,
everything is nothing-for they are only things
© Joe Fazio
(brief renderings) Joe Fazio
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