in the solemnity
of twilight thought,
self-comfort
masquerades as optimism
as the ticks
tock away.
but with another hour
behind us
there’s less to
look forward to
quite mathematically.
and I emphatically reject
compromise
to a lower common emotion.
but…
like waves
all highs will subside
into the greater blankness
of oceans –
a manic moment
grounded
by mediocrity’s panic.
Ha. I love "lower common emotion". Clever like only you can do.
MORE! MORE! MORE! :)