half time

now with these half-lived years half
incomplete and half
imagined
wash
through me time
half tonic and half balm
and meld
these parts of me half
knowing and half dead
and let death’s boundlessness be the dimension
into which the mind expands
heal
as the adage has you do
these half-wounds that my half-heart has sustained
or make them
absolute
and true
grow
from the ground your shares have ploughed so hard
so long
so irrefutable and
grave
a tree that stands your trial tall
that weathers gracefully your whims and
that
when if and as you deem it apt
yields fruit
to other
wanderers
and give them leave to
stay
a while


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