The crocodile spirit drowns soul infantasy to release its mind from gloom
but magic claims a price, allergy grows
worse as the spirit breaks free
through enchanting words
Crocodile returns catatonic, immobilised,
thanks fablers for creating fantasies
relieving pain passing crises in high
jumps to heavenly realms
Poetry’s magic too dangerous flying
high plummeting to earth returning
an ungainly reptile after soaring
in the sky like a bird
Rather to ascend in fantasies that
never end in disappointment when
reptilian reality asserts itself
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Why did the crocodile lose itself completely
in Terry Pratchett’s narrative?
Food intolerance is manifesting in muscle
weakness and nervous system imbalance, I
ingested processed meat with lots of chemicals
for two days consecutively and it cost me my life
The crocodile immersed spirit and soul in fantasy
to lift its mind out of physical misery; the magic
exerts a price, allergy symptoms grow worse as
the spirit breaks free through enchanting words
The crocodile returns in a catatonic state, muscles
too tired to move - I can never thank storytellers
like Terry Pratchett enough for creating fantasies
which override discomfort and disability
Bringing symptomatic pain relief; reading prescribed
books in my youth made life unbearable, now crisis
times pass in high jumps into heavenly realms; poetry
is even more powerful, but it is too dangerous
I fly too high then fall too hard down to earth, the crocodile
cannot adapt to being an ungainly reptile after flying like
a bird in the sky, it is better to ascend in fairytale fan-
tasies that do not end in SUCH disappointment
When reality asserts itself!
in Terry Pratchett’s narrative?
Food intolerance is manifesting in muscle
weakness and nervous system imbalance, I
ingested processed meat with lots of chemicals
for two days consecutively and it cost me my life
The crocodile immersed spirit and soul in fantasy
to lift its mind out of physical misery; the magic
exerts a price, allergy symptoms grow worse as
the spirit breaks free through enchanting words
The crocodile returns in a catatonic state, muscles
too tired to move - I can never thank storytellers
like Terry Pratchett enough for creating fantasies
which override discomfort and disability
Bringing symptomatic pain relief; reading prescribed
books in my youth made life unbearable, now crisis
times pass in high jumps into heavenly realms; poetry
is even more powerful, but it is too dangerous
I fly too high then fall too hard down to earth, the crocodile
cannot adapt to being an ungainly reptile after flying like
a bird in the sky, it is better to ascend in fairytale fan-
tasies that do not end in SUCH disappointment
When reality asserts itself!
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