Throughout my life
The main fear among many
Was that I
Would lose control
And that my brain
Would be too far gone
To even recognize this
That fear still exists
As does my life
Yet this admission
Out loud
Only becomes a flaw
Vinegar for exploits
A wound ripe for picking
By those who want me
To bank up goodwill
To cash in
With gratitude
When all of this
Becomes routine enough
To survive me
And my fear



Crest the mounds around the water
Green will soon molt into black
Breathe in the dust to turn into it
Burials bribe for whom the carbon tolls
Ensuing smog, the dragon’s gambit
Infernal earth becomes the sun
Turing complete combustion engine
Cleansing viable clean energies