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RENEWAL

      Renewal


The storm disturbs me,
the rivulets grow deeper.
My bones grow cold, wet.

Age makes me colder.
The drips of wet speed decay.
I feel like crumbling.

My dissolution,
dissolving the me I was.
What is becoming?

Rebirth of being,
deciding to be anew.
I've always been new.

Watering the growth.
Rainfall speeds the decaying,
the compost of life.

A puddle forms there,
there where the life used to be.
I was that way once
........

John Steinbeck wrote, in The Winter of Our Discontent:

      "No one wants advice -- only corroboration."