Mysticism of Old Age, Alan Altany, [2023:41]

As infinity looms low in the sky
and eternity tolls with each noisy
tick of time’s clockwise descent,
old age becomes relentlessly ripe
for spontaneous mystical moments
among the menagerie of memories
and steady press of death’s shadow.
Aged bodies & faces continuously
surprise the mirror with skewed
images of the once familiar, but
now the semi-strange & surreal.

The game is up, distractions
no longer hold up the sky and
no longer silence the clock.

To hell with clingy distractions!
To become really older
is to sense the spirit,
so formerly obscure, but

now obvious to the wizened
as infinity looms low in the sky.

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