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Sisyphus Brain
Tick, tick, tock begins to wear
T and T lays my soul bare
Dynamite of yester-hour
Leaves bitter taste that is sour
What soared high is falling fast
Thought bipolar would not last
Momentary field of azure
Or has joy been sent to pasture?
Countdown to life is wearing thin
Hide it well with insipid grin
Day by day I’ll roll the stone
Oh, Sisyphus! Oh, Persephone!
(Slant rhyme shall be my death; you’ll see.)