These inescapable creatures
Intelligibility, they have it in spades
Unavoidable once you wake
Undoubtedly they never sleep
They are there in your dreams
In your screams.
They have no problem with repetition
Thrive on hyperbole.
O’re yon high eastward hill
Housed in his hamlet he’ll write words at will
Shakespeare he may never be
Lives in a land of fictionality
Living in the world words
Equates to waking each morning to joyous madness.
©Chris Black. April 22nd 2019
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