JanPoWriMo 9

Five years ago 
Around the time
David Bowie died
I was having delusions
I would soon become
The lone inhabitant
Of a dying earth
Hurtling toward the sun
After unleashing
Through my own
Most grievous ignorance
The end of the world
I cannot say for certain if
The intervening five years
Have slowed down
Or accelerated such
Far fetched delusions
But I snapped out of them
Eventually and when
I could listen to music again
I turned to Bowie and
Recognized similar visions
Proving once and for all
The anxiety of influence
Must influence anxiety
The insurrection of memory
Turns out to be
Who we were all along

By Joshua Keiter

reader, writer, actor, singer, teacher