Since English language my mother tongue, no surprise...

etymology encurtains, encompasses,

and encapsulates healthy fixation

why I can spend countless hours

engrossed with printed material

courtesy select magazines or books,

plus aiming to craft satisfactory

poems or prose as an avocation

to share with anonymous

well seasoned cyber surfers,

and perhaps - wishful thinking of mine

being celebrated, lauded,

touted, et cetera posthumously

as a storied author, one of the greats

of the twenty first century - ha.

As a recipient of social security disability

for scads of years -

maybe half live of mein kampf,

(courtesy a diagnosis

of schizoid personality disorder,

though Renee Cardone, a former

long time therapist linkedin with

SpringFord Counseling attested

that social anxiety,

a more accurate explanation)

regarding mental health affliction of yours truly

evident within eminent domain

of these lovely bones

since late mother brought forth

scrawny baby post parturition

January thirteenth mcmlix.

When sitting facing the external

modest size external screen

synchronized to reflect

what these fingers type on the MacBook Pro

(Retina, 15-inch, Mid 2015) laptop

(like now - at approximately

nineteen hundred hours May eighteenth

two thousand and twenty four),

a profusion, infusion, and confusion

of ideas burst forth

once a title identified

for particular writing sample.

Dearth of travel experiences

severely limits potential

excellent material to access,

hence outlook grim actually nonexistent

to tell terrific tall true globe trotting tales

spanning across webbed wide world,

thus cerebral activity limited associated

with imagined people, places,

and things (some stranger than fiction - ha).

The milieu of the Internet a dogsend

to help expedite gestating, mutating,

and rotating brilliant ideas

within the mind of me,

a modest mild mannered male,

who cannot help but wince

with dismay how father time,

albeit surreptitiously unbidden sneaks

and steals away precious

days, weeks, months, et cetera,

whereby a formerly scared, nevertheless,

happy go lucky and charming little lad

particularly when ensconced

safely and soundly

within his boyhood bedroom

far away from the madding crowd

and the deafening sound of silence trumpeting,

signalling, rocketing mortal man at lightspeed

impossible mission to thwart how tempus fugit

doth captcha forsaken sweet dreams

swept away forever.

At long last, when head merges with pillow

deep sleep offers temporary escape into zee land,

and reprieve from unwanted mailer daemons

potent images actually manifested selves

of mine subconscious sphere

breathing, blinking, and begetting life

videre licet into transient transparent people

each rapid eye movement cycle

gifting illusory persona grata super powers

generated within a flash dancing icon.