Promontory

For time it doesn't matter
the wrinkles that the old man has.
Time is so much older than the most
old of all men.
…
And again the old man thinks of his
moments told and tells stories
of a clean past time.
...
Dishes washed in the passing river
that only happens once
in the same place!
…
Place it is supposed to in time.
Stay - no - pass.
The old man simply caresses the marks
that time has dug into him and into his skin.
...
Like the insistent wind that rips
The tough rock face.
The old man is a cliff overlooking the sea
that beats at his feet!
...
The old man is a rock that becomes sand
on the shores of time.



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