Somewhere in my thoughts the idea of the space telescope and dementia came together. I suspect it is because people who have dementia can spend time looking in a mirror at their reflections. It is a common occurrence.
INNER SPACE
He took up mirrors
reflected on his reflection
Blanket wrapped the hours pass
gazing at his likeness
He is his own space telescope
the universe before him
And each eye is a new world
to be examined in turn
One then the other
this is one then that
Consumed by more than silence
he floats untethered
The difficulty I had was that the poem was very wordy and needed to be pared back. There were a number of lines that I liked that fell by the wayside. I used to keep these separate convinced I could use them somewhere. I haven't yet.
The Mountain Goats have a new album out. I'll leave you with a track.
Until next time.
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