I let the question hang in air.
Death was known, ? only to man?
My suffering begins today. Adding?
my two cents, I go wild. Too few
white blood cells cruising in the veins.
Like lightning strike? I put myself
in harm’s way.
Bright yellow?
the gold and fire, absolutely opaque
decimating the drooping primula.
Impulsive, ? I raise the lid
of blazing rage. A divine exposure.
A millennium melts
beneath the carpet of snow.
