little Hiroshima in my head
By celticman
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Little Hiroshima in my head.
Up in the air
Single self fractures and disintegrates
Leaving life too late
Making rubble of the past
A future that will not last
Peering into a twilight
When life’s blown apart
Remember the name
It’ll come to me again
It begins with an ah-ah-ah
-who am I again?
Life dissembled line by line
Vertigo- rushing to and fro – vertigo
Safe ground slides away
A solitary soldier saluting
Eyes right
Enter and whole worlds disappear
Lost with geography
Language but sharp
Slips and clips
Things have springs and locks
Space flattens
Dis-ease
Un-couple
Non-sense –
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This is the first piece I
This is the first piece I have read of yours Jack and to be honest I'm glad that I've left it so long - habit dictates that I leave the best till last and thus not measure the works of others by the perfection of the few. Now I understand why you are held in such esteem and know that I will surely savor the words within a new book penned by this author. Thank you for your talent and inspiration. Take care... Rob
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The devastating effects of
The devastating effects of dementia/brain injury explained so well with this metaphor.
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Very nicely done CM.
Very nicely done CM.
'Vertigo- rushing to and fro- vertigo' this line is so effective - makes me feel dizzy reading it :)
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I felt the disconnection
I felt the disconnection reading this. Very well done.
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Wish, to those ubiquitous
Wish, to those ubiquitous stars and back, that this didn't make quite so much sense to me.
Tina
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Disequalibrium of the mind
Disequalibrium of the mind told with emotional distance. Powerful.
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