my brain and my mind bemuse my soul of its hole make me look and it took every chance of significance do I ask or do I mask to decide the inside? flavor or fervor compare or contrast order or ardor the first or the last wrong or strong right or tight completed or depleted the night or the light listen or christen painting or fainting sarcasm or ****** feeling or failing hang or bang sore or soar blade or aid less or more to slice or to rise to pry or to fly to live or to leave to die or to try
This poem's form connects deeply to my insides, really. Having to choose between two objects or concepts without definite relationships in each line portrays my daily dealing with my own indecisions in life. Well, I hope you decide your insides.