A
Malady with Affection
A tiredness comes over me
that is beyond sleep
an exhaustion that draws up
from marrow hollows
emanating along the long bones
settling in for a siege
at each connecting joint
suckling at the last remnants
of strength and power
that once ruled every waking moment
leaving behind its poison; its debris
as it consumes the soft tissues
that will then eventually destroy
its host and vessel...
then and only then will the conquest
become a pyrrhic victory
because with the complete annihilation
that takes everything
then there is nothing left but death’s
redemption.
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