Dying, bereft,friendless, homelessforever swearingallegiance to delusion
And I glide throughgale, tempest, and stormwith delusions that keep me warm
I see a rainbow that couldn’t happen without the stormA baby the pain of birth producedInterdependence obvious only from…
the worldhas always playedthe tunewe dancebut…as death stalks us,for a moment,for sanity’s sake,can we pleasepretendwe’ve control…
Bountiful slumber,ego…
Chalkboard one-line poem prompt for April 1st, 2020