my own ecclesiastes

As I twirl around for the brief and short inspiration I seek

I turn to the window to see the second snow of the year.

Twirling snowflakes belated as they are

form a landscape of known signs of a winter

we thought lost Alas!

’tis here as always

Drinking coffee and listening to Spanish news from Spain

this morn has me nervous for depart am about

thoughts of chemicals running amok in my body linger from last night

explanations offered leave only more question marks

since its still unknown what causes the imbalance

it seems as though I already know the answer

this routine of mine

the comfortable comformism

of nothing ack! as Swedes are wont to say

nothing is new under the sun

the ailment that afflicts and bejoys me.

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