life ends not so
quickly for most,
but in slow
drips and drops of lost
memory.
of new aches, new pains,
strange imaginings
appear.
the past is suddenly
large and clear
again in
our silvered heads.
the wires crossed,
the power
fluctuating between
on and off.
the world now
has to find
a place for
us.
where we'll be cared
for,
fed and clothed,
bathed
and watched.
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