All words have become mine: control, command
armies focussed, motivated journey
marching in syllabled, cohesive time
only now and then, requirement to rhyme.
Pin poster, motivation, activate:
looking ever onwards, don’t deviate…
obsessive lyricism bursts too late.

Cadence demands thought, consideration
latent basal movement, everything shift;
shuffle tarot, predict future’s present.
Answers melt, sloshing beneath single shoot
remains of all consciousness suggested.
Start and end indivisible, matching
this answers question: has anything changed?


Written by Internet of Words

Published Writer, 53-ish / Still European / Trauma Survivor / Photos / Exercise / Bisexual / Chaotic Good / HUMAN SPORK / Mental Health / Daily Twitter Short Story / @ProperBard in Residence, My House / Shortlisted & Published Author / Original poems/fiction © IoW 2020