POETRY

Miguel Agrover

A Sci-Fi poem.

40 — he still looks 40;
Still battling
Elpenor vertigo*,
Free-falling from his haughty ego…
ataraxia.exe is not enough;
But he’s not 40,
He’s danced 400 dances around Sol,
He knows each spent strife —
Hominid failures coalesced
In his 3D-printed pineal gland.

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