Memorandum

I’ve reached a stage when nothing feels as good
as comfort in my body. That may be
the case because I’ve long embraced the should
of heart, and worked my brain incessantly,
so guilty conscience doesn’t trouble me –
regret’s a stranger to my peace of mind.
But now what gives me slings of ecstasy
is eating light and moving my behind.

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