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Dementia
A symphony of a perfect machine
I think and dream
I conquered nature and mastered my destiny
My arrogance stood tall
I put a question mark on my Creator
But I forgot . . . . .
How a particle of food
Descending down the oesophagus
Seized by the swirling molten acid
In the body of stomach,
Provides nourishment
How the nutrients break down amidst the
Thunder of enzymes and catalysts
Move in the broad estuary
Of veins, slow, flow
Under the rapture of the beating heart
Purified far from the roar
In the abyss’ of bronchioles
And below, far from
The surface agitation
How this particle sustains life
. . . . .
As decades pass, in time unpredictable
When, the grand orchestra of organs
Plays incoherent
The nutrient fails
Now safe, in the asylum
Of a demented mind
Where no loved ones come
I remember . . ..
