(Not quite) an ode to drifting

I was going to write something about the weekend of concerts and fencing, but am feeling too tired to string together anything too coherent tonight. Let’s see where my mind drifts instead.

A one two three,
I’m counting to three.
these rhymes are awful,
I consider with glee.

Not the tv show,
with music and singing,
Glee as in happiness.
fun – wishful thinking.

I write for my own joy,
the release it is bringing.
Right now I feel shattered.
Into my bed I am sinking.

A chance to fantasize,
in these words I am free.
A chance to emphasize,
in these words I am me.

 

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