ignore the signs that I am dying (poetry)

lately I can't speak words fail me why won't this end	Listen, boy. Everyone is their own kind of ninja.	I am going to die	Bottled life
Wordmongers' Masque: Poets' Ball	Maggie Noyr 1.6	Please say it's not too late now that I'm dead and gone	wonky-eyed jewel squid
But they're entertaining lies, and in the end, isn't that the real truth?	You break my mind in a subtle way	I like the way he reads poetry	April 21, 2021
By Way of Explanation	Genuphobia	Tiny cranes, really tiny cranes	No Problem
Tears Fall in My Heart	Smiling dryly while I lied.	Pain is not negated by the presence of a greater pain somewhere else in the universe	My God, it's full of stars