David Jon Foster Art
	Losing My Powers
			Smooth, list full, days plod along, is this the way? Everyone cherishes?, still I feel it will all be over with soon.  This may be the last time, it feels as though.                Have you ever been so in tune with your self that you could feel your self grow, your mind shrink?  Like a caterpillar to a butterfly but strangely enough a caterpillar once again.  I am losing my powers.  They are slipping, fading and harder to feel.  Coming back to join you all is a hard to thing accept.  It’s been a wild ride. If I can temper the horror and savor the sweetest of all emotion I may be ok, at least ill have my memories, but it’s hard to remember even now.  And that may be too much to hope for.  How sad.                Was it worth it?  I don’t know.  Well it doesn't matter; I didn’t even have a choice in this any way.                There have been warning signs.  Laughing with the people.  Only one painting in months.   To forget as I once did many years ago, yes, laughing with the people.  Although I have prayed for this, to be like the others, the cow, my neighbor if you might recall “The Canvas”, I’m not so sure anymore.  Maybe it is better this way. I could be a simple flower maybe in my sleep.  Or a drop of dew, to lie in the grass and breathe, the grass and dirt are my brothers to you know.  It will be easier on the loved ones anyway.                Maybe I’ll finally understand the angels again, they have been speaking a logic that I don’t understand, like the mortals do.  It’s weird because I used to speak to them, I don’t know if I was speaking their language or mine but we understood each other, connected, completely. Did they forget who I am?  An alien yes or some incarnation there of but certainly not a cow, not yet anyway.                They haven’t been able to hear me for almost a week now and it’s been rough with out them.  But ill be joining them soon.    Logic will soon rain fourth I’m sure and ill be gone or at least who I am will be gone, or who I was, forever, hearts be dammed anyway.   Forever is a long time you know.  Eternity…. is a long long time………… so be careful angels, please be careful and gentle.  It’s me remember.                 The change is coming.  How strange it was to be another person, perhaps my missions hear is complete.  Or, is that all that there is for me to do?  Me? Some strange experiment?  Some strange mission? Contact me please give me a sign, don’t just let me slip away, at least tell me why, at least tell me it’s over now, rest with the others be free like the others on this planet. Eating grass until the end of time.  You created me, you sent me hear, all I ask is that you tell me why?  Is that to much?                I can still remember how I begged to not know, to erase to knowledge, give back the powers.  I do miss it a bit as painful as it was, the joy like no other in this world, to much for mortals I guess.  I am returning to the stars, I can feel it, ever so slow, ever so faint.  They grow slower, good bye my angels if you can still hear me, the next time I see you logic will rain. good bye poets, the homeless man, music maker, good bye to the strangers that could read my mind, look into my eyes and feel my soul, good bye canvas, good bye pen, good bye…
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