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a blank

stare

into

the pain

the hobble

the wobble

the frozen

slow motion

of mere balance

long gone

are the days

of youthful

spring

the giddy bounce

to face

the day

of agenda

oiling

the old

machinery

the sockets

the belts

and wires

rusted

and frayed

from weather

or not

still viable

in the functions

of new ideas

purpose

brings nourishment

to heart

and mind

knowing

brings logic

and common sense

'tis

the little

nuance

that polishes

the stains

away

still

shelving

the old coots

too may

speak not

silent

into the night

respect

ignored

replaced really

new ways

as the little

paws

of claws

rip

and tear open

the order

of generations

spilling

the milk

of future

only to replace

w/synthetics

inferior

empty hollow

visions

catatonic

as

a blank stare