I think a twist of metal is a spider.
I think a spider is the Antichrist.
I think the Antichrist sleeps at my feet.
I think I will live forever.
I find a note to myself written inside
a seashell: There are no odds.
I still believe in odds. I still believe in
ends. I think it’s odd I will live forever.
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Intriguing. I am not sure of what the author is trying to express, or even if I can express my intellectual and emotional reaction to this work in words, but I feel it touches on something deep inside myself. If this is Mr. Mesler’s goal, he has achieved that. Very well done.
Yes! Mesler is a talented poet, and this is an oddly beautiful, deep reaching piece.