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.
to invite you to the festival of life.
.
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