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When the Sky Hits the Ground | by Wolsten
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When the Sky Hits the Ground

Somewhere between life and death

is a place where complete forgetfulness

lies waiting for the darkness to drop.

Frail and ever failing, falling

over invisible threads of time,

this cruel journey begins.

  

Gnarled fingers play their silent music,

feet tap their unheard rhythm,

while the future makes its final decision.

Life’s quality now in question,

it’s a place where every suggestion

is met with a frightened frown.

  

And this is where I found the signpost,

turning left at reason

and right at common sense.

Everything is now a mystery.

I can’t recall my family history;

its face is unfamiliar now.

  

And while I wait for the sky to fall,

through conscious confusion to unconscious delusion,

today, at least, I’ve remembered to forget.

 

Val J Chapman

2011

 

Notes

 

A processed version this photo:

 

www.flickr.com/photos/wolsten/5629226052/

 

selected by Val to accompany this poem.

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Taken on April 16, 2011