It was well acquainted with the touch

of the level playing field - left a lasting

impression in the shape of glass and

mirrors; one was clear, one was dark.

Glass and mirrors that were spherical

shells, trophied in his environment to

show that he did exist - reflected what

was important clearly; cloaked the

unimportant in a glass darkly.

With all that transpired in and during

his life, the spheres always appeared

to be working overtime - then when he

died, they were both donated to the

family trust; first come first observed.

What would be seen was a one

dimensional endless surface - all

points being equidistant from a fixed

point; all of his knowledge and traits

wiped clean at the time of his death.

The only thing left were lines in the

glass and mirrors indicating precisely

what he did and said; all his descendants

had to do were to decipher the hidden

messages - convexed in spherical forms.

Once deciphered, they would plainly see

that he had been helpless in an important

sector of his life - gave more of himself

than should have been expected for a man

of advancing years - that caused his demise.

'2008' RLS