lucky seven

there was
an old man
from Argenta
who wondered
if he was
courting dementia
his prosaic
left foot
focused
tragically south
as his magic
right foot
stuck an objective
alphabet
in his old
toothless mouth
tragically
spelling out
with dementia
life and death
as the old
argent moon
rose demographically
over far-off
Argentia
as that dented
old man
lamented far-off
planets and moons
imagine a mosaic
of words
slowly becoming
inspired then mired
in confusion
contusion into absentia
fleeting old age
physically worn out
mentally tired

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