Mired in my musings
demon dementia stalking me
specter of an unknowable future
blurry patterns of past imperfect
mangler of memory.
At present I am holding my ground
but feel myself giving way day by day.
Fighting for the right to be here now
clear and unafraid.
Let the demon come
only let me demonstrate a modicum of grace
in the face of fanged formidable foes.
And if I fall flat on mine
here’s hoping we can laugh together.
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Read this and thought. ‘i wonder what day it is?”
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Temporal displacement was not my intention but, assuming the effect is only temporary, I’m delighted. Thanks for sharing.
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