A grand mal seizure left the artist lost between two worlds. Her memory lost between two places across to there and then to here
Isolation is hardest, it’s a fact of life so it’s better not to look out
I can’t focus on 10 feet away
20 feet away I see my horse that’s not good, I cannot walk
60 yards away I see my fence it edges my garden
100 yards away I see my neighbors field I drove a tractor once
2 miles away many trees top the horizon the place the sun goes down
3 miles away I’ve forgotten what’s over there.