Seldom do I run.
Fight the fight and stay today.
Footholds are dug deep.

Gallery of one.
Create the work of Masters.
Gallery of one.

Have you seen the sun?
January of next year.
That will bring me joy.

Why do robots block?
Publishing has gone astray.
Never wanting more.

Sitting, wasting time.
Staring at the tiny toys.
Cleaning out my ears.