Through A Window
you can see it in the distance,
as clear as it ever was –
the horizon slipping
over the horizon
like pixels fizzled out
in the mosaic
of every portrait,
every landscape
you’ve laid eyes on
like notes plucked
indiscriminately
and discarded
one by one
from the melodies
of every song
you’ve treasured
like hope now giving way
to consolation
in those agonizing days
of post-diagnosis
and pre-dementia
where consciousness
writhes and twitches
on the stony cold frontier
of no tomorrow
with the timeworn
fog of ages rolling in
dulling all the edges
and robbing every shape
of its distinctness
until everything goes blurry
and translucent
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