Infected

I fear I've caught a cold

Words just won't stop running

   Around and around

       Up and down 

Trampling everything in their path  

   My fever is rising

      In adjectives, nouns, and verbs

         In flashes of idea

         And chills of thought

My symptoms demand to be heard

   The flu has pinned me down

       And turns my thoughts about

With a twist and a rise and a climax

              And a fall

   My heart pumps plots and themes

    Throughout my ignorant body

 For I have no prescription

To set them straight

In lines, verses, stanzas, and prose

      And send them on their way

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