Reductions II

There is 
No peace, no peace ...
None of this coheres;
These are reductions
Every year; 
Soon I will be 
A dot
A compass point
A something that is not.

My life is become
Locked onto a single line.
There are no people here -
No voices, no singing, no
Individual thing -
All is gone, faded to grey,
All has been but none 
My way.
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