Poem-A-Day: Day 22

Dark Side of My Moon

Sacrosanct the words
that etch their way
into the indelible memories,
like an ulcer;
acid eating away at soft tissue,
or collections of silver halides
caused from exposure,
to a what that remains unclear.

But the word’s permanence
takes precedence,
residence,
and grips tightly to the tendrils,
neurons hanging
from a jellyfish brain.

The words and diction,
a collection
of dictionary definitions
set to rhythm,

prismatic winding words
cast off in every direction.