the words sing
in a way they haven’t
for a very long time
a bkeached coral chorus
in chitinous chords
revealing wonderland
in reticulated verse

what is a poet
without a muse
painting in ash
at the altar of
fiery dismays
only to find anew
the passion to
reignite the sun
with peculiar prose

oh, fuck
another new cycle
of incorrigible
odes to rebirth
a goddamned fool
floundering for
the proper words
to describe that
which defies any
description again