you've had
the same shallow thought
so many times,
you've about
lost count;
no variation
on the theme
whatsoever,
no left turns,
no new insights
leaking out.
It's a bit like
that moment
stuck in a rain storm
when you're suddenly
as wet as you're
ever going to get—
on paper,
it's clear this exact
well has been tapped;
and yet
you can't help
but dig it again,
confident that,
this time, it'll come out
a little deeper.
