Bereft of all reason
Alone and stumbling,
Once proud and vain
Now alone and old
the fate of beauty
singular
What does brain get you
a few years of maudlin time
then motor functions dissipate
caricatures of once what We were,
Sometimes a ray is good
then all rise singing hosanna's
in praise
chants
in rhythm
mobile fair eyed ones
in joy
Come take
Me there
hold My hand in twain
I will never be alone
is that the fear
or that sound
will disappear and
those lovely flesh
talking slaps and flogs
are gone forever
Such a thing of beauty
then nothing
a world of no sight and no sound
she will still
be there
at the end of the Way.
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