All I Can Suspect

 

They rise like mushrooms in the rain –

or polyps pre: a colonoscopy –
involuntarily: these species of incursion

in the brain. Their net effects may vex

or numb or entertain. I’d like to say I know
more than I do about them – find a moral

in their perilous unheralded appearances –

but their adherences defeat me.
All I can suspect is, they complete me.











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