Creativity –
eight-legged predator –
invades the decks
of my listing mind,
reproducing rapidly.
Her generous,
bejewelled appendages
skittering beneath
my plastic-boned
Caucasian frailty.
I hesitate –
friend or foe?
Should I trample
crush this invasion,
or surrender…
risk madness?
We are ocean –
bound, shoreless
prefer interior spaces
wary of open vistas
equally vulnerable
collapsible
Skittish
evaders
intent on
escape
future
uncertain…
I flee
creativity’s
lair – enter
into darker
passages
Destiny –
creativity’s cousin –
awaits, tail raised
in venomous arc –
dances a warning
does not
strike
body
glowing
phosphorus
green,
melts into
swirling,
flourescent
particles of
Kundalini
rising.
(Image: fineartamerica.com)
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