I have no control over that which is given to me

As I enter the world from the dark and the quiet

Each day I begin;

From the birth day at which I started it all through

The years that I strove to manage it,

The elusive spin.

But so soon will come a day

With no need for observation

Of the others’ response;

The dark and the silence

Will all of my attention

By my dying

Be my living

Entrance.

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