All the years
behind me with
some moments
still ahead
Pallets on
the charnel ground
where every
journey led
One took over
eighty years
another took
just four
Either way the
path it vanished
going through
the door
The passage between
night and day
like that of
death and life
Has me waking
early, sitting
watching for
the light ~
Lions Mane 
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