Astound with your remedies
the cure for all my maladies.
and you thought I meant
mi’ ladies.
I am teetering on the outer edge
of the universe, but as the universe expands
so shall I stand, teetering on the brink
of what thoughts taught me to think,
the inevitability of it all mocks me
even as she rocks the cradle
I am unable to escape.
© 2020, John Smallshaw.
