poemsong of the prostate
as i lay abed, not at this moment prostrate afore the gods of the netherrealm, no need for surgicals; I'm just going to be calmer, and rely more upon my intuitions;
also that part of my body
contains regions of vast empowerment as well as of shaming as a kid
so for me
to slow it down and re-awarify myself
and breathe more(fiery)
and quaff a pitcher(of water embottled)
and become icy towards my fetters all a frettering,
ach, those are the keys to the healing
that and ginger root,to boot.
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