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Time and Mr. Bass
How can I send you my condolences
when I have such need of them myself?
We are all destroyed by something other
than the thing we think is destroying us.
What am I that enabled me to discover this?
What am I not that prevented me from discovering that?
"Decades ago" now means what "years ago" used to.
Relocate me to the Valley of More Time.
Amateur mind and professional body,
or amateur body and professional mind?
I wanted to be an astronaut when I grew up
and travel to distant headspaces
on my epistemic rocket
blessed by Mr. Bass.
All poems are written and copyrighted by M. C. Rush.
None may be republished or repurposed without permission.