Writing is my only recreation A lonely midnight celebration Life is rewrite And daily revision A decomposing composition Still I'm living This life of recession Reliving these nights of past regression Summer, a lost and fallen horizon Skeletal signs of autumn arising This old house Like a ghost ship unmoving Amid the moonlight and illusion Dementia is a growing dimension A mind left open to suggestion Now the secret circle's back in session Dedicated souls of self expression Those old tenants taking up residence Regaining footholds like the elementsmore