for my grandmother
photo paper losing its grip
memory sent skipping
needle broken drops
rutted path across the field
of an old black record
a distant gunshot of thought
lost
like a corpse in an unmarked grave
some other thing happening
never echoing back
some other place
a hole in the bucket
dear universal presence
"consciousness"
a built in kill switch
only goes one way
entropic bag
charged by sun and heat
growing toward
one last push
don't lose our place
our place just for a minute
a second really
we ebb broken
tides going out finally
to wherever the flames
from birthday candles go
never returning to this ground
images fading like voices
in an undefined fog
of scrolling names
on a screen at night
picking up speed
with each passing moment
light dimming
you fade away
wrinkles laying around
your face
I like having you here
knowing you're somewhere
near me
sharing this fluid net
crossing like sunlight
flashing through my eyelids
decades of life culminating
photo paper losing its grip
memory sent skipping
needle broken drops
rutted path across the field
of an old black record
a distant gunshot of thought
lost
like a corpse in an unmarked grave
some other thing happening
never echoing back
some other place
a hole in the bucket
dear universal presence
"consciousness"
a built in kill switch
only goes one way
entropic bag
charged by sun and heat
growing toward
one last push
don't lose our place
our place just for a minute
a second really
we ebb broken
tides going out finally
to wherever the flames
from birthday candles go
never returning to this ground
images fading like voices
in an undefined fog
of scrolling names
on a screen at night
picking up speed
with each passing moment
light dimming
you fade away
wrinkles laying around
your face
I like having you here
knowing you're somewhere
near me
sharing this fluid net
crossing like sunlight
flashing through my eyelids
decades of life culminating
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