From this week in May, 2017 (I
was 72)
I’ve played in the realms of altered
perceptions
most of the years of my life
crossing the seams of seems to escape
until I no longer need radical means
There are many internal avenues of departure
obvious and subtle and easily ignored
by our fascination with the exotic
when every room is a different library
and every scene a new environ to inhabit
In mechanical sense when the equipment differs
an altered product is produced
Minor movement changes point of view
Reaching an age where shadow monkeys shared
might raise suspicion of diminished capacities
rather than a vision of all that’s there
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