What The Fly Saw

Of a sudden,
I am alive
It came, the curse,
it’s me the Fly

Of my Sisyphisian plight
To search
To yearn
To fly
Ţo die

Is it compulsion that drives me
or is it a mission from God.
Can I please deny who I am,
To escape the brine of sod?

The corporeal realm, my mission
To stir the human stew
The Fly,  I am
The scourge of man
And entropy is my due

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Though I have an extremely varied background I am currently a professor and business consultant specializing in start-ups, new products, innovation, entertainment, tech and crypto currency transactions and products.I have written novels, , non-fiction, magazine articles, web articles, poetry, and film scripts under various pseudonyms and on various subjects.
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