how easily
the fire spreads
just under the skin
along a tangle of nerves
so like a branch
so like a river
and her tributaries
so like the forking fingers
of summer lightning
how easily
the flesh is brought
up to speed on the
laws of entropy
of centers not holding
of missing a
final opportunity
to go to innisfree
Words and Feathers 
I feel the sadness here, and I have felt like this, often
It’s those things that remind us of the inevitable.
Great metaphors. Evocative.
Thank you stopping by and saying so!
It is a bit of a bummer.
Synchronicity shows no mercy. Powerful poetry.