your brain is going...

I know it


you tell the same story

a dozen times


with no variations...

you do something and then


five minutes later

you'll do it again...


I feel for you old friend

our lively pasts


just a jumble of images

connected to nothing we recognize


but when that hard-working Reaper

comes to carry you off


may your confusion soften

the transition


and disappear on the

so-called 'other side'...


may death be as kind to me

when at last I face a wall


and talk to my dead father....






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