Self Portrait

Somehow caught in the sands of time,
Consonants and vowels still commingle
To slowly waltz across the page.
In fleeting glimpses of the Eternal,
This child prodigy of plus forty
Wanders the deserts day and night
Endlessly scratching black on white
In full dress rehearsal of Life.

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