Poem 20150914

o, crimson worm
art thou sick

in thy dark secret, flies

does the invisible storm destroy life

that night
howling in his bed
thy love has found out
and the joy of life rises

This is a remix of The Sick Rose, a poem by William Blake, one of my favorite Poets with a capital P. You can find the original here. I’m pretty sure I used every word and only changed one.