My shell
that which you see
does not hold all of me.
I roam
to places far and wide
unknown
unseen
but wandering.
As life passes by
and I think to a future chair in the corner of a room
by a window
and a lady in mauve
with her hair pulled back in a bunny headband
giving me my meals and regrouping my upended deck of spades and hearts
and clubs and diamonds
I wonder what will cause me to stop drooling
and remember
that I live
still
amongst the frail forgotten
and that
when I was thirty eight
I wanted to go running every day
but didn't
and sat eating dark chocolate covered pretzels
and beet juice flavored chips
fiendishly
instead.
The view from my perch is lovely
the clouds
like cotton over a wound
dressing up the gray
and I
still
sit
gazing.
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