Life's infancy is delivered with a long-lasting magical madness
dissolving to reveal a fog of portent adolescent angst
dissolving to reveal a fog of portent adolescent angst
supplanted by love and laughter collapsing into
the craziness of family life or singularity of
batchelordom all to diffuse their light
across a blur of middle-age spread
reduced in the twilight of years
reduced in the twilight of years
where age-related conditions
eat holes in the brain and
at the end of the day
the only sane thing
to do is to
eat holes in the brain and
at the end of the day
the only sane thing
to do is to
die
.
2 comments:
Put very succinctly Toby - also like the concrete aspect of it. On the subject of dying, I think I'd be more of a 'rage, rage against the dying of the light' type myself.
Thanks Elizabeth. Perhaps I should have called it 'the futility of life'? Not that life is futile but as someone else commented in another thread, 'life is just an interruption to my continual nonexistence'.
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