Departing Reason

The feeling of cold hands on a hot head,
fighting a cough as the door opens to the low 50,
food-stuffing the same wafer cereal with plenty of milk,
remembering to fidget with my scabs filled with sheet fuzz.

Who spoke of the wise growing wiser?
Or a young man becoming younger?
If gravity says down is the way to go,
how can I come to argue otherwise?

On the beach of my mouth I laid down the rules:
1. Run don't walk
2. Don't look from side to side
3. Give everyone a wide berth
4. Limit location constant to ten minutes
5. Don't stop thinking
6. Don't stop to think

...depart and close the door when no one will notice.