Computer glitch, damn it all
the words I wrote in contemplation
Lost in auto update restart
Damn it all, that mystery update that throws me off line
And deletes the words verbose
To the internet winds I wrote
In an instant they were gone
So I'll paraphrase
Some days it seems, makes no difference what I do
But the games in demented land, makes all the difference
To those involved in the game
Till balance was offset, by "state"
The Reality of dementia VS. Reality orientation
Outdated mandates VS reality of the disease
Caught in the cross-hairs, crucified in the game
It Makes No Difference what I do,
Or makes All the difference in what I do
Perhaps, my demented confused, In my care
Are my silent masterpiece
The blank cavass from which I run
Subtle texture, subtle colors, image rendered
The life I now live
May someday intersect
The blank canvass that I now flee from
Complicated, divergant lives I fearful live
Just might someday converge
To textured images transposed
In stories compiled, transposed
To compose my my masterpiece
A textutured, subtle, comprehensive story complete
Which life is my masterpiece?
The demented banter, slander in the ranks
The demented games we rvel in
Despite the "state" sanctions of reality
Despite my fears of canvass conflicting shadow reality
In the end, either way
It makes no difference
What will be my masterpiece