there but for the grace of gods

The dead man chased answers to neurotically contrived questions
budding flowers blossomed, then withered in his wake
There were bugs writhing inside his skull
They ate pieces of his brain
He heard from inside out
Everything he remembered disappeared
Answers tricked him
riddles — forever

~bw 22

Day Nine asked for a nonet. 9 words per line, 8 words, 7 words  . . .

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