Illness

Having been now
in this place
for four years
I’d all but
forgotten the darkness
but once illness
came to visit
bringing along its
own unending night
I saw again
just how pervasive
its perversity was
no more colors
just gray gradients
a screaming existence
like tires breaking
about to strike

Along

The piano
to you
like typewriter
to me
makes the
only kind
of music
that our
souls know
so come
let us
sing along

ThisThat

I’d never 
known before
that this
not that
would bring
to me
the same
thing as
but without
the rest
and isn’t
that marvelous