(2025)
So many ideas still swarm in my Aries
head,
but now like a dust cloud.
I haven’t enough discrimination
left
to choose the better of my
ideas. Look!
I’ve already lost two thoughts,
like dropping swords, points
buried in the mud.
These are likely the best two, but
who knows?
I’m forgetting memories, rejecting
plans.
Pharmaceuticals, or age, or just plain tired—
I walk into battle fields and
kitchens both
not sure what drew me there. It
was some object
I needed to find, or an online
task, some duty,
a necessity, and already
most of my mind’s blades have
become blunt.
Carrying them in a bag on my
back
has become burdensome. It’s time
a protege should pick them up,
but no one has the vision I seem
to have lost
I shouldn’t have imagined myself
impervious to age.
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