The time will come
when I will walk away:
a farewell tour escaping bed-
ridden incarceration
before the doped dozing;
the un-tethering.
I will limp among the pines
scenting their needles
and remembrance’s lust,
which will only soften,
make more palatable,
my final meal of leaves
and tiny creatures;
my final savorings
plucked from ample offerings
.
Belated Words 
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