To nagus verve
i perpetuated a rhyme
where once had been reason
subdued and pantomimed
and urged, i succumbed
to an illness, expanding,
and delivered a fragile fate,
a momentary loss of control,
as the next failure became reality
but i had stolen words
to explain away the hypocrisy of
my disease,
some kind of narcissistic mantle
of disbelief
that shattered those tiny
particles of time that had been sold
to nagus verve,
desanctuary
to verb infinitely,
is to participle the apostate,
where resting is measured formally,
assured of a sudden truth
i had already known,
my blind tongue
engraved:
i am addiction,
replete.
