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Catatonic Ad Lib
By Adagios
Words heard when looking into the eyes of a deeply catatonic patient today.
Graced to be…
Being in the final days
Sickle sythe season
Culling of the wise
And reason dies
With a whimper not
… a shout
Placed to be…
A use at need
Arms uplifted, psyche keen
While all around
Crumbles to debris
Silent ruin witnessed
… unbended knees
Crazed to be…
The last of his line
Philosophers studying
burial shrines
The historian of collapse
No steward beyond these
Cul de sac of protoplasm
… final reveries
Remember me
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© 2022 Adagios
Published on Tuesday, December 13, 2016.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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A former member wrote:
This is a chilling, galvanizing look into the last moments of life. It's something that nobody wants to think about, but it's something that comes for all of us. Very honest and brutal, my dear friend. Reb:).
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On Monday, December 12, 2016, dwells
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wrote:
From T.S. Stearns "The Hollow Men" to Keats' (was it?) - "Ozymandias". A painlful panorama of a personal finality. The windows of the soul, the eyes, and the Purgatory of the pupils perhaps (double entendre intended with pupils). BTW A. my friend: is "stewart" mentioned here in the closing, a typo for steward, or a reference to the lineage of kings? Always a treat - cheers! - Dan
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On Tuesday, December 13, 2016, Adagios
(716) wrote:
Absolutely right dan, the Stewart I was referring to ends in d, good catch bro, thk u. Also what a read the hollow men is, I'd not read that before just now, impressive. This for the read my friend, as always
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