Your posited deteriorating vision
Presents before my feet.
Obstructed walls in which I emerge
Splashes the taste of family.
The end of Christmas dinner
With the conventional oscillating tribe
Leaks through the passage of time.
its the past trapped in memory
Sunken within the senses.
Fumes of nostalgia beckon a creep response
Until the disruption
Outside of my wake
Displays the colorful world.
Where will I go?
When will I know?
A life told by the touch
Just brings me to my walls of vision. A family dies. Conceived once again. Death trapped in visitation of the past, once more transcribed by the friendly, familiar eye.