Slippery light, your intelligence.
Deadly serious getting someplace
in direct shine and reflect, absorb
Laughing like bells at yourself
at every disgraceful wrong turn,
mistake and gaffe where you see
you've arrived. You have to laugh
Mine is huge boulders in slow,
dense turns. Crushing by increment
all things to a sparkly dust so cutting
fine, which I whip up to shapes in
hard strobe light and weaponize
it's ridiculous
A sense of humor about one's mind
can be done or found any number of ways,
and it seems to be an essential thing
if we're ever to keep or find our way
in this maze.
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