Immunity

Posted by in A little Burst o Truth, Poems

Who am I to swallow a fly
Your thoughts or ideas
may tickle my insides
make me chuckle and think
or worse yet
it may carry a germ of insight
and afflict me with freedom
of thought and even, god forbid,
a moment of inspiration
to swallow other wriggling flies
and spindling spiders;
catchable contemplations
and the deadly disease
of knowledge.

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