Priceless Life

Priceless are these
Hours this time I am
Content to sit alone and
See the sun, tap-out words
On a Canon and
See my manuscripts
Diminish neatly numbered
And finished - I have
My future in my heart
My hopes engraved in each
Finger of each hand - pain
Is my friend as my body
Heals itself - the weals I bear
Are witness to the priceless
Things that brought me here:
Experience of choice; breath
And voice; the love been
Given and held secure.
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