Blue moon déjà vu a Friday less fraught
the month is quartered seasons ordered
the days drone on.
I seem to recall more like this one
remember the ones with a difference too
no point pining for lost good times.
We’re all shadows of our former selves
or else new versions of what we always were
in time we’ve perfected some sense of ourselves.
A slower metabolism a conservative mindset
new notions grown old
still deemed worthy of our allegiance.
It all seemed like a good idea
in a once upon a time time
now I’m not so sure.
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