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
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