my mojo sank this morning
The bald elderly future version
came to visit in the early morning
Took a few grams of lively away
I had to tie it altogether
Build myself back up
Borrow some wasted energy from my own past
unhappy at being taxed by the future
mojo sank and another wrinkle formed
Another question of purpose
another tool to sharpen
A fuse to replace
So I kept my head up to the cool blue
coffee jar empty stomach not hungry
moving with no legs it appears
yet indeed I have them
Just need to get that mojo back
drained off by dawn sleep chaos
The chatter of a crazy night
I need to raise my eyes
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