Readout

Really? Gifted? I don’t see it.

I don’t!

Briefly lifted,

I won’t be dead, I won’t.

So seamless,

seal it, take hold.

I’ll be there

to see it unfold.

Neatly drifting,

did I sell myself short?

It’s nearly shifting, but

I won’t beat it, I won’t.

I’m out to get around the tie ropes,

just say you won't hibernate now.

It’s bound to come around if I go.

Twenty-three,

climbing on, reward, all my love’s

gallantry now,

sallied on towards, and miles up

did you freak

out at all the dots? All below, and in your

readout,

dialing up the dust.