The end is insight.
I loved every second.
Well almost.
The pangs of pain were not from my stomach, but from my brain.
Not a headache all the same.
I look forward to this pleasure pain principle.
…Until we meet again on this poetry plane.
Be safe and take care.
I’m sure when I edit you if the morning I will have different eyes.
Ahhh, this poem is a reminder of what I love about the poetry marathon. The unexpected insights, the playing with words … the end is in sight, the end IS an insight. And meeting on the poetry plane. So nice, so delightful. Thank you!