And
you
wrapped in the intelligence of the ages,
Fear not the trespasses of ignorance
or the blight of the soul's eternal loneliness.
When humor's will be carried out
the stars do listen, patiently,
For your eyes tell all that was meant to see.
Let your age be reflected in an ageless glance.
Let truth be wattage and behold your stock of vision
carefully, patiently, ceaselessly.
December 1999
