patchwork promises and peace
pretensions paint by number dreams
pieces that still remain of me
and what’s hidden in between
untangled eccentricities
collecting shares of what might be
a paramedic’s project preened
to eliminate our sins
deliberate doses designed to heal
a broken system drives the will
separating us from what is real
too numb to express what we feel
here and there and back again
lost in the can you still remember when
confusing life and death events
with what is actually happening
calendars to marks the dates
while we watch the time just slip away
what does it matter anyway
as we settle into the the slowest fade
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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