What doesn't inspire
makes it longer.
What doesn't move you
mimics you.
You are no mime.
Don't stop
Just because the sun melted your frozen eyeballs,
Leaving you bland and soupy.
Swishing around slowly
but not so fast that some splashes over the edge.
Pick up a spoon,
Make a paddle
And paddle.
Pick up a spoon, dog.
Pick it up or be swallowed into the binary abyss--
Of cliched dreams
(including that one...and the next).