One Score and Ten and Three

One score and ten and three years unfurl themselves to me, sails swelled by starstuff and eternity, the unseen currents my guiding breeze, my windward destiny; known by gods who read whole the book still furiously writ by mortal me.

One score and ten and three Muses whisper their secret selves unto me, beautiful terrible blessings I remain unafraid to arrange, to repeat, staring wide eyed into the fire or into the night, where I look with love like I created all things.

One score and ten and three dreams I dreamt while unasleep, between the worlds, where I find my strength, forged anew by the dying light of the setting sun and the hammering of my heart; I rejoin the fight, one score and ten and three.