So I made it. One year past do you need me. I have been through the war, you and I, And bear the scar of more than life -- There is a limping of the soul I would not trade, Though I have spent a lifetime, and would have spent Another to avoid the gaining of that gain, Irredeemable, a value prized beyond The infinite price. I nearly didn’t make it Twice, you and I, but seven returns Manifold, and prayers breach the sky. The world is hollow and we twirl within -- So many futures I have been, So many futures I have yet to be, And I see the prologue in the days to come — Walk with me, cane or no, And turn a sunset into dawn, The night is dark and full of light, The stars like dust, sand on the shore, We shall walk the numbering ever And forevermore. When half and yet half Again I did not think that I would be Where I am - if I could see that far (Glasses as a toddler, you know, the eyes Inward more than distance searched) - and who I am, Nor that I’d be, or how the becoming Came to be - all that, and more, in haze - And yet, so I moved, you and I -In children and their children years come by. And so the time to come, the time that’s past, A fog submerged, a path, a light surpassed.