Today's prompt Napowrimo insists we write a dramatic piece of a poem with rhymes and stuff. OK, I'll bite.
dizzy and drained of a sense of motivation,
our hero is stuck buffering. consternation. insatiable
midline freezing. updates in lieu of teasing, intangible
manageable, mythos. dressed up in cantos.
our hero called customer assistance
looking for guidance. a lens to parse it
parade around his healing. look at it!
Behold, our hero, made whole. Before
the swollen sense of reality comes forth
and asserts its will. its gravity.
bringing him "back to me"
oh, gentle creatures of the heavens!
give our hero some sustenance, heave ho
the hell held forth by the chorus. implore us,
good gods, grant us serenity. gift him complacency.
you forced this rhyme on yourselves.
now look at how we defy your edicts
and write nonsense in the lines between stars.
our hero, immortal. our hero, implacable.
our hero, finishing his dinner.
our hero, doing the dishes.
our hero, out of detergent. out of
inspiration. our hero, made man
after all.
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