Oh! That Reminds Me!

Oh! That reminds me of the time I clung like slime

to him, imagining there was no other way to will or whim

or stray through life! And oh, look at the thoughts grotesquely

grown protuberantly off that head – recalling when it felt like

crime to go to bed, my psyche torturing each crook and nanny

of itself with strife – until the heterogeneity of me could not imagine

forging anywhere behind, below, above, ahead! Oh, the meanings,

omens, inferences and intentions come so thick, so rife, so quick,

so dense! Oh, the galling pressure to make sense!





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