unfolderol

wake yawn turn rise

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brew up some coffee

review plans take pills

evacuate shower shave

have a nice breakfast

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embark on a one-day journey into sanity

right a minor wrong or two for uneff sake

reflect reflect renew and cancel selectively

indulge for you will never be more capable

own up to failure and other culpability (bathe)

see feel taste listen discern earn learn unburn

enjoy the sunset and anticipate the sunrise

wind down with inclusion of a loving message

duskdream about a fun tomorrow as you drowse

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“Unfolderol” is Unfold folded into Folderol. When I started composing this poem I remembered fondly my teenaged reading of Arthur C. Clarke’s 2001: A Space Odyssey and Clarke’s notion of the monoliths having precise dimensions of 1:4:9, with the fillip that fourth and further dimensions would continue the exponential sequence. From there, with that simple template of unfolding dimensions, I chose increasingly nuanced lines for each of the three stanzas, implying that more stanzas may exist beyond senses or cognition. (And Stanza 1 is one line, 2 is four, 3 nine.)

Why Folderol, which can mean “cheap trinket”? Well, the hope is that close inspection, I.e. unfolding, of quotidian life might reveal profundity when taken or perceived in a higher dimension.

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