I am set and settled.
Age and time solidifying
my parts and thoughts
until I am resistant,
full speed ahead,
to relentless change;
erosion,
gravity,
reality,
all be damned!

It is my prerogative
to be fossilized
comfortably numb
in blissful, willful, ignorance
that the world has moved
up, on, and beyond
my knowledge
and my memories.

It is National Novel Writing month – and well I don’t write Novels but I do try to write novel poetry.