As time flutters in my world it passes the way into and forth through spirits

I find myself gasping for air to breathe

If I were professional the indignities of loss of body fluids would be approached with tact

Instead my body once a powerhouse is now subject to infection

A simple blood transfusion has turned me from rock to oatmeal

Simple pleasures as on line friends have become endearment

There is much to be grateful, because I still follow the laws of my creator

Please be patient with me my beautiful friends

The thread I clutch for support is about to break

TONY MIKE NERONE
7-23-10