Against my degenerative time
I have mined
substantial, creative nuggets
perfect, precious, rounded
honed in mind
with mystical empiricism
next came sparkling flakes
of luminous kind
artfully sieved for revelations
winnowing now for smaller, shiny pieces
sorted into lines
gently lapping at thinking's edge
soon just bits of golden dust
left behind
within my muse's grasping reach.
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