Learning Curve

After hatching,

between the ruptured cannisters,

and the leaking barrel,

I slithered helplessly in the mirk.

such is the way of the swamp.

many who hatch , in fact,

never reach maturity.

others become degenerates.

the temptations are too great,

the orb of the angler newt,

the games the arachnids play.

I won’t say,

that I came out of it unscathed.

i lost many tentacles along the way,

and my red glowing eyes,

are less then they once were.

but i learned the golden rule,

the one to keep or lose it all:

when in doubt, there is no doubt.

follow it’s simple logic: if life handed you a moment, when thinking fast takes you a certain way,

follow it’s simple logic: if life handed you a moment, when thinking fast takes you a certain way, when thinking fast takes you a certain way,

when thinking fast takes you a certain way,

when thinking fast takes you a certain way,

when thinking fast takes you a certain way,

when thinking fast takes you a certain way, when thinking fast takes you a certain way,

know, friend, that doubts you feel, are memories of patterns.

little arreys of shadows, that you recognize, but know not from when.

it is a distant memory, that warns you...

stay away, fom the hungry newt,

keep your eyes erect.

you may not have enough time for constructive analysis , to catch on to the gaping jaws that await.

live, friend, live. to eat upon the angler newt, when your day comes!

the glowing blisters taste so sweet...