Don’t be a poet, my darlingThe taxidermist for ideas and lost dreams

Maggots gnaw on timeGlistening ghostly in dark crevicesAs I wait, resigned

You can hear it in the midst of the nightWhile your gaze roams the vast plains on the ceiling

Be not afraid of whirlpools, of strong winds, and murky waves.Fear the creature that dwellsin the darkest depths, the ice-shackled Kraken,that threatens to surfaceand your soul to keep.