Immortal

I am undying Methuselah
Living in a restless worrying world;
A world where I am unchanging
People linger in my memory but are dead
Unclear, historic, washed away into detritus.
History has lost its meaning – a constant reiteration-
Of posturing, posing in the glare of
My ageless age: My unknowable age
Bleakly stable in a changing world.

I’m not incarcerated. I live
In plain view, suspended agelessly,
Suspended in the full bloom of manhood, suspended
In a living, moving, dying world. A world
Constantly renewing and restlessly
Re- inventing itself generation by generation.
I am suspended, reified, stifled by agelessness
Trying to forget an endless past
Which, for me, is an endless present.

(Chris)

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