The decline into senility
is a simple path to trace.
Born of enough karma to
Replace you, you refuse
To free memory, and die
Daily, spitting back CDs
As nonexistent, or skipping
Pieces of songs when you try.
Your death is a slow piece
Measured in hopes: today, you
Will reboot and not die, and today
Becomes tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Each hope more brittle than
The last, finally reduced to prayer.
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