Cataracts short poem

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The sky is in motion
constellations shattering in ripples
caused by a toe unseen

mechanisms have failed
like the touch of my love
where the ridges and whorls
of our fingertips
no longer know how to lock

the shattered old stick
of a sharp-tempered moon
is the ratchet to the horizon’s
jagged mountain pawl

we all move in lurches
those smooth days of youth
replaced by panhandler come-ons
demanding attention
stealing peace
returning on the stink
of sweaty clothing
and rendered fat

clouds move in like cobwebs
sticking round the edges
to fall thick in the center
and as a people
we kid ourselves
there was never really
much to see

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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Shamala Chandran

The life begins to cloud like the cataract clouds our sight as we grow older…nice!