Another October, another cake! 

Another grief, another ache—

Another moonrise, another fate—

Another odyssey, another 8.

I set out again to swim the green lagoons 

The fish below me, and I below the moon—

And I below the waterline, my eyes up at the stars, 

Tonight is Tuesday! I celebrate, 

A weekly flirt with Mars. 

To think that all of tomorrow is sitting like a seed 

Inside today’s poison pit, full of love and full of greed 

Full of schemes and full of mirth, 

And I am no one, not a thing! 

Not a thistle, not a thorn, 

Not a kiss, and not a sting. 

To be nothing is to wish nothing, 

Not a hope, not a call—

Not a planet, not a dance.

No, nothing, not at all.