Perhaps it’s just as well
that we’ve no button to refresh
when it seems
our energy’s gone stuck or stale. . .

we’ll have to do some looking
and some guessing
about what has steered us a bit ill
and address those crying grievances within
that need redressing. . .

for we are made of flesh and blood–
not circuitry and electrodes–

though some may say that’s not so good,
if you ask me,
it is a blessing.

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