showing all the points surrounding a life of grief.
Poking, prodding my mind, causing it to think consciously about
what I’m doing here on edges of my final horizon.
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Simpler, cleaner, more precise, never-ending – alwaysyoung or at least that was my view of things.Getting older is so complex, with issues of health,movement, agility, balance – little chance for pleasureunless visiting with grown children and grandchildren.
Sauntering downstream amid turmoil and furor, tainting every moment without much ado.
Delectable sounds, training their images onto screens of mind-boggling lectures, never-ending comments from artistic galleries in the raw.Neglecting visions of early morning light, dictating an energizing fortitude, hoping for strength of character to begin again.
Running to catch up with something I see in the future,
Hiding away, peeking around corners, hoping that I’llcatch up and take it by the hand so we may become onein time with a new rhythm.
Foretelling periods of happiness as particles gather and separate solitarily on quests of wisdom.
Discovering possibilities of existence through lifetime achievements, giving scents of heaven spaces to be creative in.Smiling into horizons of loneliness, hoping to find something to hold on to, while praying for an existence of observation and natural intellectual development to continue.
Wishing to cooperate entirely with inner imaginings.
to exact the following thoughts from measures ofexhausting, feverish musical episodes.Winning the place of other worlds, having no otherspaces open to you.Never following another, sticking to original melodies.