my thoughts curtailed
my insights dimed
how long will I taste this last supper?
hope slips but does
not slide away, at
least not that far;
openness lays down
her weapons and
and the surface, life blooms around me;
blank mind
thoughts curtailed
lifeless all are alike
my veins swell with chemo,
leaving my toxic body free
for the medical examiner
to give away along with all
of my unpublished poetry.
7Oct17
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