I am ready. / No matter what comes next, / at least I have the clothes on my back. /

3. Transitioning

where does the life-force of breath go after flesh falls away / from bone, does it evoke itself in memory, metaphor, / spirit, until recollection dissolves itself within disposition, / where, perhaps, a tangle of disconnected wires, loose ends / prevail in minds of those living in the fog of alzheimer, amnesia, / the willful erasure of memory thought difficult to digest,/