Sudoku and reheated dinners—
all these bizarre contortions
known as daily dances
that amount to nothing
more than endurance training
for the obviated Olympics,
where yesterday’s blood and sweat
become tomorrow’s Nativity play.
But if life only happens
on stage, on a silver screen,
in the thicket of typeset pages,
I will gladly remain
a pilcrow.

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