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my moment of glory.
a mere drop in the ocean of time.
for what it’s worth,
the entrance was no less grand than
that of Mendelssohn,
or Debussy,
or even – van Gogh!
the difference, however,
realized now in retrospect,
occurring over the
span of time –
My life…
culling through the memories,
picking out the fond ones to savor,
the hulls to cast aside –
i find few to etch in stone.
like the spider spinning his web,
all it takes is a strong wind,
and all at once –
alone!
standing too close to the edge 