Hum

Solvent treasure.
What we measure,
Alive with pleasure,
Seems to keep us,

Hug and squeeze us.
For all we know,
The cautious throw
To windward bait.

Can’t replicate
Time spent learning
Knowledge yearning.
Questions beckon.

Today we reconcile
The lost control.
It’s been awhile,
But trading upward.

Now, away
We go on updates.
Every day
Search for better.

Happy never,
And yet there’s more.
What’s the score
Tween rash and reason?

Tis the season
To be thankful.
So grab a hank full,
But count each strand.

They make a band
Of stronger cable.
And if we’re able
To accept our purpose,

Tomorrow
Won’t hurt us
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