In a Former Place and Time

in a former place and time i may have known you but now you blow yourself away you have become a lowercase 'l' so unrecognizable i almost cry when you become incomprehensible and hallucinatory watching you now is like watching a repeat of some old television shows' later episodes you have become stale and dated and have forgotten what defined you as authentic and beautiful when it gets to the point where nobody knows what to do with you, when it gets to the point when nobody wants you anywhere near, when it gets to the point when things have to be hidden and locked away, do you think, perhaps, that it is an obvious indication of an invitation to take an honest, unedited inventory of yourself