oldness settles in bone
it creaks
turns over to press longer
now on a different side
tells you it’s waiting
the right time will come
first – strength must be gathered
time forever ingesting
the young
shifting indecision
unsure of the light
newfangled seems tangled
Times, all a fight
sigh and sigh and –
nothing makes tired
tired makes done
wounded ambition festers
gravity oh –
it pulls at
dragging down
sinking in
just a little longer
surely the strength will come
dementia leading
to their marchless death

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