I am a patzer in this game but
A maven non the- less...
Death
inevitable, natural...
Repetitions,
twenty four seven...
Tremble just to see the line
That tells me I am home...
Hovering featherless over Blandswood
Pere Punga...
Secrets you have hid,
of things that you once did...
Ignoring the sun
As it shines in my face...
Optic Death and the Color Vision
Rooted to Mother Earth...
The sight of grandma
in her slow walk towards the sink...
Standing alone
at the end of the day...
As a baby I
was aware of basic needs...
A man can only fancy
what his eyes will see...