Increments of Luck

A light that has no purpose I can see,
a signal that provides no fact to me,
igniting nothing periodically,
for 30 days so far (historically),
offed after 4, today.

A Wordle I each morning set to break,
with guesses that try vowels, so I take
an average 4 attempts, for logic’s sake,
just happened on my starting word, to make
me win in 1, today.

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