Artist’s Lament

 

I reached to turn off the light

but it was already off

My mind was going fast;

my attention lost the fight

 

I seem to have that tendency

when mentally distracted

My mind provides the light;

the fire is in ascendency

 

It requires real focus

A task, however slight

But if it’s just redundancy

my mind can leave the locus

 

The payoff can be a delight

A distraction of profundity

It’s a shame that all this hocus

gives me nothing I can bite.

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