Rolling Through Intersections

Suddenly Slow/Myths Of Memories

Onset (sonata 1 on keyboard)
Time comes and leaves, as I make it slow…

Sudden happens slow
You just don’t know
Drifting on these dry clouds

Caught in that moment, when
Dull to react
They want to know

Something — you don’t know

Slow can sneak up
If you’re unaware
Drifting to those skies

Lost in the reveries there
Too slow to respond
Should ever they ask anymore

Something you could share

Dry summer heat chills inside by a-c and fans
Coldest winters get stripped feet, toes to the fire

Is it always Opposite Day?
When something to share
Nobody comes to play?

As all yesterdays pile
One digs in that heap
Remembering the forgotten

Then, they want to know
But, too dull to react
Sudden happens not

Wherever I dream
A version of you there
Hi! It’s me.

Time slowed
Caught in another moment
When I see a vision

Ghosts in doorway greet

We usher out, soft to night
Gentle taken in a light breeze of sunshine tow
Where to drift next

God only knows in the sudden slow

All vision froze winters ago
Out side a warm window
That gathers no frost

I made sure to seal — tight —
silent is the night.

7.16.25
With dementia, lists grow long until their completion matters not at all.
We’re in the sudden slow, watching time pieces that barely go

Written to two of last three MV posts, half asleep.
Edit tomorrow; fully conceptualize