Eidolon is restless,
ever searching for something to be wrong,
complaining all day long
Incessant fretting over what-ifs & lost lots,
caught on a mobius strip unhitching worrisome knots
I give its gaze a maze yantra,
send it to a soundproof booth primed
with peace-filled mantras
We are not exactly friends yet I do feel pity for it
Perhaps that is a mistake