Shades are drawn
against the world outside.
The decubitis of agedness,
under fluourescent light,
finds nothing left to hide
in the winking shadows
of forgetfulness.
What find we there
in this decrepit state?
Blinking back sensibilities
at the taste of another's fate...
Taking cold solace
in a "life well-lived"?
Or find we there
in deificdeference
for the soul suspended beneath?
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