he moved among his days
leaving not so much a trace
as a soft shadow that he
had passed by and given
whatever came to his mind
to leave and taking little
except enough to survive
if not prosper; knowing that
wealth would come
not in the accumulation of days
or the piling high of thrills
but in the surprising moments
of transcendence; the aligning
of souls so that there was
no mistaking truth
even when drowning in lies.
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