Reality Refused

when I learned

that my uncle

had lost his mind

it was around the time

I was finding mine

what a wrench to the heart

what a strange way to start

stalled out when reality

refused to play its part

in your underwear in the snow

what a strange way to go

waiting on a voice

to tell you where to grow

but spring will not commit

to the subtlety of sanity

reality, the bore

spread eagle on the forest floor

gotta be a preacher or a busker

gotta reach right out

and touch her as she sleeps

the spirit of the silence

you can't keep

 

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October 7, 2025

South Tremont, Nova Scotia

 

Year 18, Day 6540 of my daily journal.

 

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