Mind pulses up.
Thoughts course past.
Veins stomp steadily.
Nerves cut glass.
Will you stay long?
Yes, you are lingering.
I’ll close the windows, brief
For a needle of relief.
Written 3.7.18
Migraine
Forests of thought trimmed into poems
Forests of thought trimmed into poems
Mind pulses up.
Thoughts course past.
Veins stomp steadily.
Nerves cut glass.
Will you stay long?
Yes, you are lingering.
I’ll close the windows, brief
For a needle of relief.
Written 3.7.18
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