Parasitical
This brain of mine
Steadily being eaten
By the worms
Of times
Yet still
We are of truth
I am of flesh
I am a breath
Away from death

It uses me
My poetic muse
The words flow free
Aesthetically bruised
From above and beyond
From without and within
Thoughts come together
And impossibly blind
Stanza after stanza
Line after line
Each verse a maze
A map
Of a poet’s mind
I am but a
Issue stricken poet
With a brilliant muse
Blessed to be in a world
So easily amused
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