If I live, if I live for thirty more years

Mirror, mirror

Mirror dusty

Will I be ninety-nine?

My wife is growing faint

She has blurred to me

Unsteady she she

Holds seance with our cats

On the couch she sleeps

I can’t well hear her,

I glance toward her now

I barely hold her

It’s hard for her me to kiss

My teeth are clenching

I am obsessed with something

I can no longer understand

Damn my blood of sea captains

I couldn’t read the stars

I was casting off the ones I love

I was not worth what I thought

I am a standing wave breaking

A birth and death unchanging

Bye-bye, bye-bye

Hidden in a shimmer

That is we

Crossing paths of waves bye-bye

All these intersections

Appeared so real

We are the passing

Passing in each moment


Consumers of ourselves





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