Alzheimer aunt

She tried to express a wall in sounds,
Soft guttural sounds as from crying.

Between her and wall was a blank,
Filled with wooden desk of poetry

Where gibberish wakes experience,
Poem desk standing with a leg less.

Her sounds explore spaces of wall,
A blank wall with rich experiences.

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