ironically i join the loop
on this, a day of solitude
spent wading through the cyber-gloop
for books, and clues to things in dreams;
a way, i guess, to not to brood.
and truthfully the only food
that's interesting me is soup.
not onion (found in earlier themes
of which i read a page) (or four)
but carrot soup with butterbeans
to which i had to give the score
of six point five, it needed more
of many things to make it good,
like chilli sauce and souring creams.
my body fed, my mind a hoop
of spinning worlds and rhyming law.
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