The summer night as dark
as it will get,
your birthday closing,
it would have been seventy-five
today, but forever fifty-eight,
and soon,
seventeen years separating
when that other day arrives,
ever widening time,
ever widening
from that last day
until closing
in time's final dissolving.
29.05.2026
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