headswimming against tides

a man named glass wrote a masterpiece of repetition

called einstein on the beach

it was a pioneering work of minimalism

and i was a mere 24 when I first heard it

and now at 71

with a head swimming against relentless tides

of loss of loss of memory of reduction of

capacity of loss of confidence of creeping

ache and risk of falling loss of a brother

of loss of flex and loss of piece after piece

of

loss

lost in the fog of a dimming awareness

loss of

uh

worthiness

groping for distraction

feeling like hal 9000 when his mind was torn away

piece by peace

like charlie gordon when his idiocy crept

back into his head

a guy named glass

whose first name i avoid

because i cant rember how many ells

that guy wrote an anthem

for the guy i relentlessly

becomb becomm because

become