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Feb 2018
flow inside brain.
They take on properties to a
wandering mind who tries to anchor.

Am I  
33 years old branching forth in a lifetime
carved by decisions of past?
Am I  
64 moving at the pinnacle of life
trying to understand journey fully?
Am I  
86 years old taping into the rhythms of life
before death takes me?
Am I
109 filled with wisdom from past lives
gathered by a meditative stance?

Am I
3 years old a child filled with the excitement for life,
grasping the unknown with fury?

Numbers said in conscious mind.
Do they shape our reality,
or are they just numbers?
Wind blows and time stops for no one. Time more numbers to play with.  A talented, opinionated, and powerful poet noticed that under my name in profile I put 109 years old so this is my response.
Star BG
Written by
Star BG  66/F/New York
(66/F/New York)   
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