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                                time proceeds

                                when young I wrote and searched
                                now I am 51 and I write and sit

                                have I got anywhere
                                have I wasted my life

                                I have not published
                                I have not attained success in life

                                but on the way
                                I have touched peoples’ lives

                                with my words and references
                                not publishing not recognition

                                is this not magnificent
                                the invisible friend the sower





being wormhole: the bottom line
giving wormhole: Struck
life wormhole: sitting may be everything
time wormhole: Acacia Terrace 1890
writing wormhole: journal-ing