The inner poet yearns. These poignant moments, as I say gute nacht to presently important realizations: the last vestige of a relationship, a cherished grandmother, a youthful zest-iture for mortality and responsibility - with still the vigor of an early morning basketball game, and eager world travel in the spring. I heed this spectrum of life events, hopefully with more sleep, its new horizons, the worthiness for a responsible legacy I carry to my death, a shaking intensity in the present, and unforeseen future events. So vibrant does this moment feel, as moon fall precedes a sunrise, I am grateful for the gravity of it. The child clings, youth grasps, wisdom of acceptance breaks forward into adulthood and understanding. The facts remain not to spiritualize but recognize, portraying a universal truth, no different, perhaps in expression - like making use only the beginnings of electricity as it is functionally understood, for responsible and more weighted curiosities, and potentially greater consequences - a feeling; an inner expression.
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