The day flees fast
tied up in calls
one after another
in cohesive turns
managed the daily chores
with those in force
forget what I talk
to the one and to the other
hope I did not mix up
the way around in toll
completed the dialogues
a little ahead of the schedule
back to my normal routine
a revert to the original
being myself to myself
a “solitary reaper” of Wordsworth
once and for all in worth.
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