Emotional Amanuensis

An emotional amanuensis

might be nice – advancing you

by dancing through to offer you

your chance at paradise: no,

not to tell you what to do –

but with the net effect of spice,

some untoward seasoning which

once enticed you on a food that

wasn’t to most other people apt, or

even edible: cinnamon on tripe,

say, on a cracker might bestir you

into feeling oddly bright:

the barest taste of which might

just suffice to push you to the right

of spite or to the left of the bereft:

gently beckoning to turn

your sight to something

that you really liked instead

of what you didn’t – and say

good riddance to the rest.

No test, no guarantee

you won’t encounter future strife –

just something to ignite you:
to invite you to the festival of life.

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