Alzheimer's

Hello I see your face, it seems familiar. I know you’re friendly in my sense-spared sensory. A science undiscovered in the veil of speculation all animals have the same marvels, a beehive of anti-separation. A mechanism of creation, the working parts of intricate design. Just whispering knocks of air echoing perfectly in streams of geometric beams They bounce empty like the tap-drip and basin destitute from salvation like overgrown vegetation concealing its foundations A passing memory murmurs a smirk; for one moment you’re fighting its curse overdosed on chemical commerce. Your fingers are touching the hands of your births Then lapsed, gripped, tension and Insanity of the absurd. Some moments are worse. You’re living a lost quasi-life; erasing the fear of death. Hopeful for life and communication Grasping at "life stations" You are a soggy sand-castle merging with the tide, in the blanket for the lost. A fading picture almost complete and in a few more moments, without reach and without touch. Another day will dawn and your still buzzing away, in the confusion of babies and the memories that stay.