Today, from across the ocean,
I watched you slipping away.
As the flow of water across
the surface of rock slowly
seeps its way down and
disappears.
As the effort finally
gives way with a
gives way with a
small burp of electricity.
As the last thread of cataract
crosses the diameter of my eye
and brings darkness,
the etiology idiopathic.
And all the while I sip quietly
and eat to overfull, smiling.
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Pure art my friend
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