“I do now by ebbing which life no longer does,
I can feed on hills of glory and bales of wheat,  
Of what the harvest behold as the spring yields,  
For my once love has given me leave cessation.

My heart which once was vigorous is now in blight,
By the ascertainment of so many storms in life,    
All fractured and ripped becomes cataclysm pillage,
Deceitful ambitions once was a cadre now is archaic,

Now feet move slowly still turn back the thoughts past,
A slothful feeling within my paltry limbs and little strength,
Inevitability now carries me along to that old gray stone,    
At times end I upon the shoreline hills of my enclave,

May my steps walk back once more to view my impurity,
And hold near to have infinity if only for a moment,
When in nirvana a desert beauty bloom of flowers,  
As the energy that presage in my inexorable twilight,
                 By Andrew Guzaldo 11/11/2018 ©