All Within a Night Shift
‘My biological clock
is upside down,
fifty years and more of night shift,
so, the experts tell us
will decay one’s memory over time.’
To remember the innocence of youth
from out of these eight decades of mine,
trawling each day within crystal memories
some days those of montage to piece together
others full and complete, shallow also deep.
So many days within images of islands surrounded by blue skies
some where waves of rogue clouds bearing rainbows of colour
crash against walls of submission and resistance,
when life the teacher became the truth to survival.
So sad are these days for our descendants
where childhood removed and the race
to enhance artificial intelligence
brews in one’s veins.
© Harry J Horsman 2022
Copyright © Harry Horsman | Year Posted 2022
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