C o u n t e r p a r t

Sentences cultivated,

Lay foundation

In the Temporal Lobe,

Evoking dormant embers

To feverishly flourish,

Encircling my entire frame.

Eruption of a dying sun,

Inspiration scorched throughout my soul.

This vessel, now charcoal

From spontaneous combustion.

Concussive cracks of your catalogue

Reverberate around the skull,

Chaperoning with them

A sense of shell shock

Engulfing my imagination.

A trail blazed

By your ideas,

You appeared

Before me as

Virgil to my Dante.

The journey along this boundless vein

Has only just begun.

Be my compass.

Be my guiding light.

Be my shepherd through

This indefinite Hell

I am about to challenge.