Work looms, something might not work,
ribbons need cutting and I've no scissors,
the wellness of bodies is evaporating,
like big tuna and the ice they are packed in.
The only thing certain is worry,
successful, persistent and parasitic.
Lucky for me, I keep a little myth
wrapped up in a box on the shelf.
In cases like this, I take a little out,
make a dragon and knight diorama
and let the battle for the heart unfold.
No, I don't really have any myth in a box,
but even the idea of such a thing
is more real than worry.
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