NaPoWriMo - 25/30 - "Corrosive Malady"

A
Thought
Which is
Locked inside
Our minds is nothing 
More than a snake weaved around a 
Garden rake; strangling insentient and bodiless
Apathy. Unravel its potential. Acknowledge its worth and tangibility. 
Treat it as a neurotransgendered synapse jousting 
Androgyny. A tribute to
Creativity
Where nothing
Is out
Of
Our
Reach
But
Those things
Which we do
Not work to attain.
Let thought wring beige paper- mâché
Droplets; suffocating epiphany as each dense
Constricting twist taps your creative ambitions before it loosens its hold. We have
But one mission as artists and that is to never 
Let laziness; that obstructive,
Amber corrosive 
Malady
Disrupt
Our 
Goals.
Life
Is
Much too
Brief to feed
Procrastination 
Our dry back-burnered ambitions.
Make every note you write, play or sing breathe eloquence.
Make your brush strokes thick before time bleaches your palette and your hues can only speak in
Arthritic dialects; incapable of grasping
Even the least satiated
Audience among
Us. Create…
So they
Can
Too…