Hey parasite, you like?

“Like what? That you’re gonna die soon? Hopefully in your sleep tonight?”

No. Not that. I’m talking about rising to the latest WordPress bullshit prompt.

“You need a vacation. Maybe check out the La brea tar pits? I suggest you check out the bottom of the pit.”

Interesting, but no. No, I’ll just continue as normal no matter how this world tries to control me. Ain’t ever gonna stop the inspiration.

And now,

a poem.

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In a dream the ship steers the storm

of which

the Wind is torn.

~

Assailed emotions surrender only to change direction

as if with impatience

the Wind is torn.

~

Sails pushing back with belligerence and a smile

Mankind following the tails of the tempest

and like a cat chasing shadows,

the Wind is born.