Restraint
Like an octopus, the tumor grappled the lung
angry tentacles sliding along
strangulating its own lifeline
Like a spy, infiltrating the pink tissue
speckled black with soot and remorse
winding caverns, yawning chasms
Too late we arrived, too deep for dynamite
spelunkers hands, grime and blood
coprolalic caves echoing disbelief
ship abandoned on this reef
Time to go, he said, another book
for the library of unfinished dreams
the nightmares, the night sweats
the darkness beyond the event horizon.
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You've been writing some beautiful poetry lately.
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