Sometimes Genius, Sometimes Fool

Not O-bliged

Meeting with my muse again.
Now and then,
They (the others) will hear from me
Singing gleefully, peacefully,
Spry as yet. As Spring, sprung.
But, I do not know why, except
Today is just another day.

To me, for you/who? (apparently)
High stakes consorting with a guy
Willing to give whatever a try.
Usually, not easy to override.
But then, the likes of you
Seems untrue — and lighter are wings,
Amply willing to fly.


2.7.26

3.7.26 edit, plus…
I’m not going for it, bro…what else?
I apologize? For speaking my truth?

From pre-poem-write, now located here:

I wrote…some-thing to-day…it’s around here some…Ah! Oh, nope.
Well…here, the obligatory snippet until what’s to come…



T̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ Ab̴̦̄̈͐̾̑̚͝s̸͉̻̃͘ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̰̅ͅcě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ o̷͍̥̣̺͋f̶̭̱̘͇͊͋̾̋̄͆ Wa̴͙͓̓̕vě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆l̵̩̘̯̪͋͒͒̉͒̄ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̅ͅg̸̫͙̻̭͐͝ț̴̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹̈́͌͆̑͋͂̅͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚            {/center}