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Ex Machina Tempores - Rep

this last step...
protruding veins under the skin,
the other imperfections 
and these eyes,
from distance.
scaly is the word for it,
brittle skin.
it's not good,
evokes the relentless of time.
it is always destruction that rushes swiftly.
skin,
in this case ex-home.
the color looks gray,
but it is condition.
something that would be solemn in books,
but utterly brutal in reality,
because to the touch it conveys a sense of end.
just scales,
fur or feathers,
nothing flies,
when the emissaries of never arrive,
the last step is like a bird's
that without wings 
crawls to survive.

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L Milton Hankins Date: 8/16/2022 5:14:00 PM Okay, Marcos, I have studied this poem carefully and, I admit, it puzzles me. I'm going to have another go at it, though. Help? Login to Reply L Milton Hankins Date: 8/16/2022 7:36:00 PM Gosh! I'm 80, seeing myself as being old (aging) but my skin is more crinkly, mostly, with spots here and there. Gray? Nope, because I spend some time in the sun everyday it is sunny. Interesting differing views of aging, to be sure. I guess I'm fortunate to have good genes, because most people say I look at least 15 years younger than I am. Even medical people are amazed when they learn my age. I get a kick out of it! Marco Chies Date: 8/16/2022 5:52:00 PM This last step (our already old age) the bulging veins under the brittle skin and all other imperfections derived from time. our gaze becomes distant. the right word for the skin is SCALOUS and the destruction is swift and stealthy. the skin becomes your old abode... (ex-home), its color is gray because it is an age condition. It is very beautiful to read this in the books, but when it is with us, it is very brutal, the brittle skin gives the touch a feeling of end. So scales, skin, feathers or fur... when death arrives, they crawl around trying to survive. I thought of reproducing the brooding and intimate thoughts of an old man on the brink of death...