Poem -

Mundanity Doth Not Mean Unfulfilling

Mundanity Doth Not Mean Unfulfilling

Though predictability prevails
pertaining to my life,
nonetheless a pronounceable zeal
bestirred from writing,

and reading (no surprise),
which literary leaning, inspiring,
fueling cognitive pastimes
elicit unending appeasement

within mine private weal
without doubt (I intimate), and
predicated on an
adequately comprehensible, hypothetical

sampling of the population,
would probably accurately concur,
that hallmarks majority of
quotidian, weekly, monthly...activities

would NOT re: veil
dramatic seat of
the pants, nail biting, unreal
high wire, death

defying ironic steel
lee cliff hanging,
bare knuckle adventure squeal,
ling small hairs some deal

of the spine raising goosebumps,
sky diving with
out a parachute,
intercourse without a condom,

et cetera gasping
for breath, before sidereal
red giant stage
obliterates flora and fauna doth seal
verdict - case closed,

and legitimate reason to repeal,
thus this sketchy
pictured exhibition sedentary
cerebral efforts for real

marginally quiet natured unvaried
repertoire applying
thee measure piecemeal
asper wilderness trekking, exotic

excursions globe trotting,
(sans criteria as well spent
purpose driven existence),
mine unmasked,

minimalistic patrilineal
lovely bare bones (hollow winning)
by thee above arbitrary fictitious ordeal
figuratively hypothetical measures,

this generic guy, viz zero
less exciting even eating oatmeal
as resultant measurement,
cuz his feeble minuscule variation,

thinner than lean gruel
would NOT even
constitute living, ideal
as...a fly, thus accept this message
as plea whisking me
cerulean heights ethereal!

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