I meant to say good morning
but a gray fox crossed my eyes
in a crazed gait toward nightfall
How could I sleep knowing
the day had been stolen
My eyes gritty with darkness
I walked all night to prove
it was really day
There was a banquet of delirium
and rivers of new wine spilling
into my youth
I could not make it stop
My hands were defenseless
My eyes cried out to the people
but they said I should use my lips
Each thing I saw disappeared
into moments and the moments
hid behind a large wall
I wanted the ones who loved me
but my words fell into reversals
On days like this I remember
something, I see how the world tilts
and I try to speak quickly
There is something urgent
I need to say
Don’t let me fall
something important is missing
from the upper floor
I love you
something is gone
a gray fox a banquet
a large wall
(Meet Mago Contributor) Phibby Venable
Stunning piece of writing – I think you caught something vital here. You got into the head of people suffering from this terrible disease.
So powerful. . . .