Fill me with your beauty

Wash my wrinkled brow

Turn bad things into rhyme.
Watch I’ll show you how.

Bring along a bottle

Bring along a ship
Take a seat on top
But please watch your step.

Enter this poem,

when you can think
like a Tiny worm
from nothing shrink

Squeeze your entire self

rollie-pollie bent
inside a gentle shell
which lies within its skin.

You are a filament

actual, single-cell
with phosphorescence
by verse instilled.
SO While you await
Wings and pollen
travels of great speed
I will slowly burn.