my interior life is full of allergens...what comes through ends up pestilent and ripe...this keeps me from boredom...and makes me fold ironed sheets obsessively...so I can start again...without the burden of old eyes
posted by heliotrope at
6:58 PM
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Young eyes in an old man's body.
My eyes cloud and cataract.
They see no relevance in their vision.
All the new is now ancient.
The towers not built are tumbling down.
Weeds and fungus fill the cracks that creep through the walls.
I miss the bees so much.
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