The irritants get buried in
the flesh of more experience
the gloss accretes around the points
acceptance maybe mere avoidance
pull back the fog of time
will some bright beauty shine there
maybe for the chosen ones
the rest may best not mine there
My minds eye whirls I think of pearls
and maybe I refuse to dive
the depths the tender moments' spurs
those times when I was all alive
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