Alzheimers

• Posted by: Paul Knight-Kirby
• Created: July 26, 2015
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Hello, I see your face, it seems familiar.
I know you’re friendly in my sense-spared sensory.
A science undiscovered in the veil of speculation
All animals have the same marvels, a beehive of anti-separation
A mechanism of creation, the working parts of intricate design
Chime, no rhyme
Just whispering knocks of air echoing perfectly in streams of geometric beams
Bounce empty like the tap and basin destitute from salvation
Overgrown vegetation conceals its foundations
A passing memory murmurs a smirk; for one moment you’re fighting its curse
Overdosed on modern chemical commerce
Your fingers are touching the hands of your births
Then lapsed.  Gripped.  Tension. Insanity of the absurd.
Some moments are worse.
You’re living a lost, quasi-dead life; erasing the fear of death.
Hopeful for life and communication
Grasping at life stations
Your cable of truth, its truth your best
It’s truth you've lost
Another day dawns.
Pills.
Buzzing away.
Confusion.
Ignored.

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