As my earthly span decreases,
My past increases,
Filling my thoughts,
Haunting my days,
Replacing the illusion of eternity
With the certitude of temporality.
My life,
Fixed in time,
An immutable chronology,
Yet not without hope,
Some spectacular
finale:
At age 103
He stepped out of the boat
And stood upon the water.
He did not fall.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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