What it might be like to be getting dementia
Or strokes, or a brain haemorrhage; the smell of smoke
A loss of function, half dizzyness, half thickening of the skull
'Art's whatever you choose to frame' says the radio and you curse
the pointlessness of it all and your lack of everything before you
forgot about hope or even the shape of anticipation - of anything.
You've slowed and you know that among other truths not yet welcome
in the stack of what's to come and get played at a variety of speeds are
some which, when you really have to listen, will leave you incapable
Or strokes, or a brain haemorrhage; the smell of smoke
A loss of function, half dizzyness, half thickening of the skull
'Art's whatever you choose to frame' says the radio and you curse
the pointlessness of it all and your lack of everything before you
forgot about hope or even the shape of anticipation - of anything.
You've slowed and you know that among other truths not yet welcome
in the stack of what's to come and get played at a variety of speeds are
some which, when you really have to listen, will leave you incapable
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