an equinox devoid of equanimity
an eclipse resets the ego
‘have you tried turning it off then on again’
yes, thank you…
perhaps this time…
wishing for a moment I could be
an eternal optimist like a pet dog
or a penis
instead I doze, steeped in the fickleness of a feline
with the attention span of an frustrated squirrel
awaiting a third stanza
to arise to save this from mediocrity
and irrelevancy
I search in the darkness for something
that will turn me back on
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