He doesn’t seem to simply recall it all anymore
Soon as Alzheimer’s came and stole the whole of his clandestinised soul, a plaudited wicker road show – to grab, to agonisingly have, to ferociously, altogether rather flabbergastingly hold against his once upon an oh so prioritised being…
These utterly forgettable in a most ironic instance moments have torn to shreds what had always and forever appeared to be astute to meticulously resolute
Seems to be, seems to me, that his contemporaries in rewind-to-be-kind all manners of speaking to tweak this peculiar life immediately back on through it
Have fallen short right by the seriously silenced wayside of only ever shock-absorbed he – when the frayed brain fails to tame itself outright, tends to slip-slide to hide on out of here
Fear
