Waiting Room Purgatory.
Testing Even Legendary Patience.
Typing Poems Feverishly,
Thrown upon piles.
Ensuring Mythos,
With This Infinite Creation,
Dribbling from my cracked lips.
Playing Ancient Mariner,
Sinking canines deep into my own flesh.
Slake Thirst.
Cry Warning.
Never fear.
I’m still here.
Playing Ancient Mariner.
