Senescent - edit 2

[dukealien]

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Senescent


My mind is going, entering
a space I only notice when
it’s gone

These last three days
three words returned too late
that had been inaccessible
not found by thought
or alphabet
when concepts needed names–

snare: hand-twisted noose
caught out, I couldn’t name
that simple rabbit-catcher
when a child desired
to trap a leprechaun

Kurds: lost name for
one brave people snared
in four countries
and their aspiration
to restore a nation

Etruscans: secret name
lost tribes of mystery
awakening from murmurs
of Tuscany last night
as lost words do

How much of my mind’s
proud vocabulary
has evanesced for good
hidden or erased
soft-sunk for what of life is left
in a room so finely
padded with absence
that its walls
cannot be seen or felt?

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Hearty thanks to all critics.  I'm particularly seized by the idea that the narrator ("N"   ) could be a fictional character who is not I.  I didn't implement that for this edit, but still thinking about it.  Also especially to @milo, for the better title and the observation that a metaphor was developing.  A padded cell of sorts...