I wish of that of use to be 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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