Answer: You floated weightlessly above your body,
in utterances aerating anything
that crept within your reach. You loved releasing the preposterous,
always managing to fold it
into a phrase, as when you located Star Wars
as taking place in "the Marseilles of the galaxy."
Dwindling through the waning days of life,
you wrote in your last letter, "Simplify,
simplify seems to be the method to deal
with the uncertainties of my health, as we
apply rational faculties to solve problems
we never really thought of as problems: who
carries the dirty laundry down to the machine
in the basement, and who carries it up."
Setting your house in order. Simplifying it
into a church as your body prepared to die.
Explanation: short 1 minute original poem
