5 years past, Today
-found myself hiding in seas
of Carribean toxicity
5 short years, 1 long day to
morrow my bones fold back in
stratagems to the shale, or osteo-psychosis
5 diagnoses, desperation diseases
rampantly trying to stuff wholes,
fill up cold blanks with liquid heat
5 cycles, I find
myself-Welcoming fresh air
respiring It
5 forms of matter, liquid, gas
solid, vapor, and...
some one to sense
5 nickles make cents, part of
one quarter of one whole dollar
broken down to small change(s).
Point zero five of
one life, 5 years I began
living this real life, embracing the cool
elements.
Pastel by István Nagy [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
