Searching within, tripping over piles of remembering,
dust-covered, unused, left over ages ripped from the
past.
Survival felt throughout the turmoil of everyday life,
sustaining thoughts, creating an existence, living sol-
itarily.
Mitigating memories, placing them in books, storing all
on closet shelves, awaiting geriatric days, unending
time spent alone.
Indigenous talents in full bloom, taking on the insist-
ence of old age, indomitable obstacles inducing inert
chaos.
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