look back at writings,
thoughts of yore,
and wonder where my
mind went.
The thinking, probing
to the core;
replaced by what my
life sent.
I’m fighting now to
battle back,
and find the muse
long stalled.
defying atrophy
on track,
but still so much
that’s walled.
Keep digging, tearing down,
I will;
in order to
rebuild it.
Each day I’m closer,
(farther?) still;
each day I find I’ve
killed shit.
And so this URL
was made
to track my work
in plain day;
out in the sun, not in
the shade;
“defying” is
my new way.
defying atrophy 