weary of navigating this terrain
the constantly shifting landscape of malfunction
physical breakdown and decay
eyes do not see clearly, nor ears hear
breathing an onerous labor and disruptive
of the smallest ordinary act
confusion steals former abilities away
by turning the mind into an unnavigable maze
institutions stymie their designated intent
with such regularity as to make them suspect
as they heap more suffering on those who presume
to ask them to perform their basic task
this casual cruelty surely accidental
life is not purposely unkind
though to those who struggle in the harshness so ready at hand
this matters not
sometimes there seems little remedy and yet
be with each other, witness to the end
hold and give comfort, all are in need
just this is enough
just this is all there is
just this
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