**Unravelling**
This lost emptiness of heart
Compass of life sways
No direction on Time's horizon marked
Contemplating merely these seconds
A moment to moment existence
Within a larger box of Time
Odds and ends and split ends
Fibre of self and memory unravelling
Shall I too find upon my deathbed
The name Rosebud
A cherished toy all I wish to recall
Shall that be dementia or contentment
To recall such oddity at end.
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