A
Brain
May close
For service so that
It reorders life from within
My
Mind
A star
Fallen on the ground
Secrets of the universe there
Yes
I
Heard it
Fall and shatter. Now
Ruptured neurons seek out new ways
Like
Glass
Christmas
Ornament he smashed
My brain on hard concussive ground
Now
Must
Lie still
Listen to the doctors
Too many words for now tired brain
A
Fib
Would be
To say writing this
Fibonacci verse feels okay
It
Is
As if
Each word births with pain
A spasm from malfunctioned mind
And
Yet
I heal
Little line by line
Between each word I tremble
In
Case
What's left
In my poetry
Is a meaningless broken mind
And
Not
Human
Ingenuity
Finding a new voice to rise up
To
start
again
at the beginning
just like I did the times before
