Senile Crowding

- cold the sky is crowding in my thoughts they’re on - they’re on - wind they’re on museums (?) and other places – that make me feel – like other people – don’t consider – what I consider – that they have – sororities, and fraternities, and – - weeping willows!... there’s a place – for every spinning wheel, there’s a place for an ultimate demise, there’s a place – for every number and every prime number in between.