the moment I can longer day-dream of running through vast, ageless forests
the moment the undying stars and immeasurably distant and unknown worlds do not enthrall me
the moment I do not ache for the great Sun's fall or rejoice for its triumphant rising
then I will know that I have died, that I no longer draw my breath from the mystery in air
then I will know that my mind has withered, that my light has fizzled out, that I am dust and bone
then I will know love, life and beauty were true
then I will know everything I wanted and needed to know
M.M. — November MMXI
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