A long folk-tale is my life,
Re-embellished with each narration,
Re-tarnished with each vituperation -
A long ceaseless ballad,
An epic of gargantuan passions,
No scale to measure,
No depth to unravel -
Curved around each letter,
Hanging on to each word,
A blood-sucking leech,
A slimy slug,
An itchy caterpillar -
A tale of fantasy,
Of repulsion,
Of monstrous proportions -
Meted out in scoopfuls,
To prisoners within my tale,
Thus turning them cannibal,
And becoming a phoenix, a self-creator.
A long folk-tale is my life,
And I shall live in the words as much as in breath.
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