OLD AND WISE
To turn into an ancestor
While still alive, to become a shrine
Of wormy wood and joss-stick ash:
It could happen any time now. Your grip
Loosens and the pitons go
And you slither down into the blue-green gulf
Where all your dreams become posthumous.
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