I wish of that of use to be's, and yearn of
the time that's 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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